The day I was born, I already had one of the greatest blessings I would ever have: my sister, Debbie.
Debbie is 15 years older than I and was entering her sophomore year of high school when I came into the world. She said she was so embarrassed when I was born because everyone at school would know Mom had sex.
Debbie is feisty and will complain over everything (although she says she's the only one in our family without an attitude), but she doesn't mean a thing by it. She will give you the shirt off her back and her last dime if you need it. Heck, you don't even have to need it; if you just want her shirt and her dime, they're yours.
I hated Debbie. I was jealous of her because I was never "a child" and she was the adult I wanted to be. She claims that when she went to the hospital to see me after I was born, I looked up at her and said, "I hate you." (I find that story a little suspicious.)
But Debbie loved me. She bathed me (and told me I was going down the drain with the water), fed me, and even took me on her dates with her. I developed my love for astronomy because Debbie taught me all about the planets and the solar system when I was three years old.
I literally could not get through my life right now without Debbie. She babysits for me every Thursday and any other time I need her. She helps me with my mother and deals with all of her Alzheimer's-induced antics way better than I do.
I love Debbie.
When I was 12 months and 2 weeks old, I got another one of the greatest blessings I would ever have when my sister, Amie, came into the world. (Debbie nearly died when Amie was born because then everyone would know Mom had sex TWICE!!!!)
Amie is hysterically funny and is also feisty. She will not hesitate for one second to tell you what's on her mind, regardless of whether or not you want to hear it. Amie has told me numerous times, "Okay, I have something to tell you about your face." She will then proceed to let me know where I need Juvederm or Botox. Amie believes that as long as she says, "I'm just saying," at the end of a statement, it is not offensive.
Amie also believes she is the only one of us without an attitude, but lately she has begun to admit that she can get "a little ghetto."
With one exception, the only physical fights I've ever had in my life were with Amie. She still carries a scar under her eye from when I was two years old and ripped the lid off the potty seat and hit her with it. A few years later, she threw me over her shoulder and caused my grandmother to shriek in horror, "Now look what you've done! You've killed her!"
More recently, I may or may not have beaten Amie with a curling iron, and she may or may not have knocked me over two chairs at a funeral home.
Amie and I have our spats, but they don't last. We are always there for each other. We could not have survived our insane childhood without each other, and we credit the other for the fact that we are each reasonably sane today. "Wonder Twin powers: Activate!"
I love Amie.
I don't know how I would live without either one of my precious sisters. They both are integral parts of my soul.
(And sisters, before you count, allow me to assure you that I have devoted an equal number of paragraphs to each of you.)