My Friend

 If you've never had one, a sister that is, you've probably longed for one and shed tears over not being one.
 If you have one, or ever had one, you never seem to appreciate the value that they hold.
 Because they are always there.
 If you have never had the comradeship of a sister you have no idea what you're missing.
 Some people have sisters they never speak to.
 That is sad, for what  reason that would ever allow that to be.
 I've not spoken to my sister. It shames me.
 
  I have a sister. I am one of the fortunate ones. She is my true friend.
  She has qualities that I will never live up to, but I am not in competition with her.
  I want her to make a more delicious cake than me, and she does.
  I try not to mind that her cooking is better than mine.
  She is giving, of her time, her treasures. Sarah has never been greedy.
  Not just to me, to many people, we count on her to take charge and make it look good, taste good.
  My husband thinks this way too.

  We  have always shared our days, growing up we had to be close, and at different times we didn't want to.
  She's the only one who I can call to tell how much dirt I swept up off my floor.
  She listens to my drawn out stories and I never feel like I have to be somebody other than me.
  Sarah never acts bored when I go into long details about my last labor.
  Most of the best times of my life have been shared with my sister. And the worse.
  Like when Papa died. We were right there together. That is a treasure I can never give up.
  We share a faith, an understanding, unspoken boundaries, and fellowship.
 
    Happy Birthday, Sarah.