I'm writing this to tell you how much I love you.
As we know, I have been married for 3 weeks. And I don't know about you, but not even seeing you for 20 minutes a day has been really hard for me. I definitely thought I would see you more than I do. But that doesn't change how much I absolutely adore you.
I miss our long drives together. You were always my copilot. We drove everywhere together. And we always talked and laughed. You gave me the best advice.
You have taught me so much about love, life, and myself. You have shown me our whole lives that laughter is the best way to make hurt go away. If you're embarrassed, laugh it off. If you are having a hard time processing emotion, giggle a little. If something is just funny, thrive in that moment, and just laugh. Laugh good and hard. And you have the best laugh. It's not a light musical laugh. It's not fake and phony. It's real. And alive. And warm. You make other people laugh because your laugh is contagious.
You have taught me that anything can be healed with love. I've thought a lot back to my junior and senior year of high school, and honestly, you were the only true friend I had. I could tell you anything, and trust you 100%. You always knew what to say, when to hold my hand, and when to give me a hug. Your ideals on love, are true and pure and wise beyond your years. You have brought me a lot of comfort in my times of need, and I only hope that you feel that you can trust me as much as I trust you.
You have taught me so much about myself. You have taught me that I can be a good sister. And that I can be a not so good sister. You celebrate in the moments with me when I am a good sister. Moments where we laugh our asses off, cry together, and just go through the motions of our lives with one another. You've taught me my sisterhood can be improved in moments when I've yelled, slapped, pulled your hair, cried, said that I've hated you. You always come back to me within 5 minutes, and give me a hug, and forgive my wrong doing.
You are such a good catholic girl. And that makes me so proud of you. It's hard being catholic in the big ol' mormon valley. But you take it in stride, and always stand up for what you believe in, no matter how hard it can be. In lots of cases, you have the strength that I always haven't had. You are polite but firm with your beautiful catholic views. And I love that you listen to christian rock. Because that mostly just makes you kickass.
Sister, you are my hero. You are the best sister in the world. (Even the oldest sister thinks so.) You are beautiful, funny, fun, silly, goofy, pure, and most importantly real. You are a real person that experiences real life and real pain and joy.
Thank you for the journey in my life. Thank you for always taking the time to be my very best friend. I hope that when we are both grown ups, that we have houses right next door, that way our kids can be best friends, and we can always sit by the window and drink coffee and hot chocolate.
I love you baby sister.
All my love,
Middle sister.
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