But as we grew older, we got to know and understand each other. It took almost 20 years, but my sister has become my best friend, my heart. When I look back on how the first years went, I feel regret that I didn't get to know her sooner. These days, if I don't talk to her every day, it seems like something's missing in my day.
I want so badly for her to not have to go thru the things I've been through--tough times with boys or wreckless driving or really anything. I try to give her advice, knowing she has to go thru these things on her own, with the intention of saving her a little stress or pain.
My sister is my roll model, even though she is younger. I try to do things that will make her proud, things that she will try to out-do so that she can be the best at everything. I am so proud of her and the person that she is, and excited to see what's in store for her future. She's the brightest and most beautiful person I know, so I know there is lots more to come.
Don't get me wrong, there are times I want to mush her face into the wall still, or shake the hell out of her so she can just understand where I'm coming from. Most of the time however, its because I'm being too protective. I want only the best for her so she can see what I see in her.
I guess all siblings are like this at some point, but its crazy how long it takes us to realize the value of each other. I hope she can understand how proud I am of her, even when she might not be proud of herself. That's what sisters are for, to see the good in you when you can't see it in yourself. 
