So, apparently yesterday was National Sibling Day. Yeah, I had no idea either. And apparently, neither did my sisters because I didn’t receive any flowers or candy. Not even a card.
I didn’t even post anything on Facebook. Ergo, a blog post about it.
I am the youngest of three girls. You heard that right: THREE GIRLS. Pity my parents.
My two sisters, Samantha and Bridget, are so great! I mean, look at them:
They’re basically the best ever. They’re both incredibly gorgeous, funny, and smart.
Plus, they’ve introduced me to a bunch of my favorite fandoms:
And I know that they’re my biggest cheerleaders:
Sure, we fight:
But we always make up. Even if it is just so we can fight again later:
But no matter where we are, no matter how old we get, or what the years may bring, we’re sisters:
Sam and BB, I love you both so much. You’re more than sisters; you’re my friends. You’re the people I most want to be like and the ones I want to share “all of the times” with. You’re both amazing women and I’m blessed to call you my sisters.