When I was 9 years old, my parents sat me down and told me there was going to be another baby. I found this news to be a mixture of excitement and worry. A new baby sounded fun, but I was also used to being the baby myself. A few months later, we found out it would be another little girl, and my older sister and I rejoiced.
As my mom’s due date drew closer, people kept making the same comment over and over to me. “Oh your mom is due at the beginning of March – wouldn’t it be amazing if your sister arrived on your birthday?” Naturally, I found this horrifying. If she knew what was good for her, she’d stay a safe distance away from February 24th.
And so when she arrived on the 19th, I put on my party dress and got ready to meet my new little sis.
It’s a strange thing to grow up with a ten year age difference. We were never into the same toys or TV shows. It was more like having a real live baby doll who played, laughed, screamed, and pooped in the bathtub.
I often joke with Sarah that after my parents got divorced, I was left to raise her. While I am joking, it’s true that I ended up spending a most of my time with her so that my mom could work.
And though we grew up with ten years between us, over time that distance has seemed to fade. And now here we are 20 years later, and the best of friends.
Last year, we were lucky enough to have her come spend the summer with us and help us settle into Seattle. She listened to endless pregnancy talk, endured countless trips to Babies R Us, and joked that she’d be back the next year to work as a nanny.
And just as it seemed she’d be spending this summer at home in Ohio, she got a last minute opportunity to take an internship in Seattle, and hopped on a plane.
While she was here we had a list of things we wanted to do together – paddle boarding, beach days, places to eat, etc. – and I’m happy to say that we squeezed them all in.
And as much fun as those things have been, the best part for me has been watching her with Cullen. She is such a natural with him, and I love watching him laugh and giggle at her goofy dances and songs. When she and Casey come home at the end of the work day, his face lights up with smiles.
And it’s been fun for me to look back and realize that so many of the things she and Cullen did this summer…
Are the things I loved to do with her when she was his age.
I know that it’s rare for siblings our age to get so much interrupted quality time together, and I feel so incredibly lucky to have shared another great summer with her. Even though I am the (much) older sister, she still teaches me a thing or two – like that boot cut jeans are no longer in style (oops). I like to think I’ve helped her to grow too, and as she gets ready to move beyond college, I hope I’ve nudged her to step out on ledges and take chances.
And so as another great summer drew to a close, we celebrated with one last night out on the town and a babysitter back at home.
A delicious and extravagant four course vegan dinner at Sutra on Thursday…
An afternoon of sunshine at the park on Friday…
And we spent the final evening of our summer checking off the very last item on our to-do list – go out on a boat – tubing around Lake Washington and screaming at the top of our lungs.
We had a (very) teary goodbye at the airport this morning, and the house feels really quiet without her here. But I feel incredibly lucky to have had an amazing few months with my summer sister. Until next year!