That's what sisters do

 Let me give you a bit of a back story: I got two sisters. One never gets into fights with me. She is mega chill. My other sister is kind of like a temperamental grenade. You never know what will set her off. I sometimes feel like I'm military crawling through a field of glass shards, trying not to get cut. She is also very hard to please. 

That said, I have been cranky all week. Like, I will laugh at your saddest moments while throwing darts at Smurfs kind of cranky. After months of back and forth, I got the fabric I wanted for a lovely black shawl. As I started to work on it, She started caress the fabric and cast longing glances at it.

Now, I had told them I wasn't sharing. But one look at her face and I knew I couldn't keep it. So, I am going to give it to her. I know I sound like a pushover. I just want to see her happy. If this little thing will make her happy and show her that I do pay attention to her, then I will do it. I can wait a little longer for a black shawl. I mean, it's not like I don't already have a mini-collection going on.

This is what a sister does. She looks out for her sibs and when she can get a good thing their way, she makes that work for them. Do they recognize all you do for them? Not really. Do they get beneath your skin and make you long for the days when you could think in peace? Yep. Can you imagine life without them? No. Do you want to? Never! They give my life color. Without them, I'm a black and white movie. Good, but lacking something vital. Even on my crankiest days, they can find a way to make me smile. 

I guess you could say that I need them as much as they need me. They know me better than I know myself at times, down to the exact number of books I got in a single day (no, I will not share that number with you). If they can still love me on my cranky (and mean) days, then I know I can too. After all, isn't that what sisters are for?

If any of you out there can relate to me, please feel free to leave a message below.