Is she your REAL sister?

Happy birthday to my sister Abbe! I am thankful for you and our relationship! I have many good stories to tell that start out with you and I! The love I have for you has changed over the years! It’s gotten stronger and deeper as we have grown! Our relationship is the perfect example of what it’s like to never give up on each other.  You have seen me at my worst and at my best and your still here! That’s what being a REAL sister means. It means we might hurt each other every now and then, but then we forgive and we grow and we learn from it.

Here we are when we’re young! Little did we know, that we would take many pictures just like this one throughout our lives! That’s Abbes dad, and he has been my dad since I was 2! 
  SOme people like to call us half sisters, but I assure you there ain’t no half stepping going on around here.  I couldn’t be closer to Abbe if we had the same dad.  Lots of people can’t understand this, and I’m guessing that’s because your parents are still married. 

The truth is we have always been close.  I love my sister so much, and we’ve made a million memories together over the years! Although I will admit the older we get, the less wild we get!


God blessed me with Abbe many years ago today! I couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime.  I love watching her be a mommy and love her life as a grown up. She is kind, and kick ass all in the same sentence! 

This is one of my all time favorite pictures of us together! Grandpa Charlie is smiling down from heaven as I write this to wish you a happy birthday!  
We both have daughters now! So watching them grow up together and share things that Abbe and I shared makes my heart happy! This is really old picture but it lets us see how fast time is moving. 
Is Abbe my real sister? Hell yes she is! I mean if you want to get all scientific about it we all came out of the same va-jay-jay! Sister and friends for life to the end! We will always forgive and we will always love💕! 
Real sisters and brothers are who ever you want them to be.  When I was little I used to feel hurt when someone would call her my half sister. As I’ve grown up I realized those people don’t have a clue as to what they are talking about.  Or maybe, what they were saying just confused me.  I never thought of her as anything else, other then my sister! 
My point is this, blood has nothing to do relationships.  Abbe is 100%, without a doubt, everything real to me. So to my hemorrhoid seester, I love you, and I’m glad we grew up the way we did, and I would’t change a thing about it! I love you so much! I cannot wait to spend the second half of our lives making new memories with our kids, as we turn into the grandparents and the world keeps spinning! 
Love you abba dabba do


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