Hey Everyone! I know it has been a while since I have posted, but believe me I have a lot of really cool things in store! Finally, the lentil and barley salad recipe will be posted soon, along with information about my internship, and last but not least, a post on how I leaned out! Until then, enjoy a fun post from my big sister!
Hi there! My name is Heather, and I blog over at Heather’s Dish about food, life, photography, and really anything that’s on my mind. I’m also super blessed to be Salah’s big sister. I would definitely say that she is the best friend I’ve ever had (well, her and my husband!) It wasn’t always that way though. Rewind with me just a bit…
I’m 9 years old. Salah is 4.5 years old. I’m starting to “blossom” into the young woman I’m to become. My sister, my dear sweet sister, and I were making a home video to send to my grandparents. We were showing off all of our mad skills, singing and dancing, reading stories, and playing the piano. Adorable, unassuming me was in the process of singing my Lion King medley when in comes my sister dancing in front of the camera, stealing the show. It only got better as she announced to the camera that she was sorry to say I was wearing a bra. Hilarious now, but if you could see the look I gave her then…YIKES. Let’s just say thank goodness looks don’t kill!
Fast forward to my high school years. I’m sad to say I didn’t realize how amazing my sister was even then, but the entire time she was there for me, loving me, and wanting to be like me. Why? Who knows. I wouldn’t want to be like me, but she saw something in me and loved me regardless of my selfishness. I think to get back at her calling me out in my early bra-wearing days, I used to punch her in the boob. Again, I have no idea why. I’m just kind of weird like that. But one day I came home to an empty house after volleyball practice and began to worry. Where was my family? Come to find out I’d burst a major blood vessel in one of Salah’s boobs and she was in the emergency room. She also had to take 2 weeks off from athletics AND explain to her male coaches why. OOPS. Sorry sister…I love you!
When I decided to skip over the plans I’d laid out for myself to go away for college and spent 4 years at Texas Tech in our hometown of Lubbock, Texas, my eyes were finally opened to how much I really loved my sister. Going to watch her play volleyball brought me so much pride. I cheered louder and crazier than anyone else, and when her team went to State I was beaming. I loved investing in her. We finally began to have a relationship and share our lives with one another, and even though we’re still very different, I could not ask for a more loving, fun, and amazing friend OR sister.
So what’s the moral of the story here? Well, don’t make fun of other people’s boobies, and don’t punch other people in the boobies…that’s bad. But beyond that, never underestimate the friendship that you can have with your family…chances are they’ll be the best friends you ever had!
I hope ya’ll enjoyed this!! I’ll be back in a couple days with more stuff! Until then, try to take a moment to sit back and show someone you love how much you truly care for them!!