My baby sister turned 5 on Monday and it hit me pretty hard. I remember holding her in my arms in the hospital not too long ago, during my awkward high school years with the grungy black makeup smothering my eyes. Those pictures feel like yesterday. I know it’s silly to say that a five year old is my best friend, but it’s the absolute truth.
While I was visiting for her birthday weekend, I had a dream that our little dog Mojo broke his arm and I told her about it and we laughed. The next night while I was laying in bed I was sobbing. She’s my baby, she’s so big, and I have to leave her in the morning to go back to a boring place where she isn’t in my bed every morning. She had no idea why I was crying but she said to me “Is it because you dreamt Mojo hurt his leg? And he’s old and will probably die soon?” I nodded yes. She cradled my head in her arms and kissed my cheeks.
“It’s okay. That dream wasn’t real he’s okay. Don’t cry. I’m going to be sad when he dies too, he is old, but it’ll be okay. When he dies we’ll all be able to hold him without him biting so that will be good.”
(he’s a chihuahua he’s pretty feisty sometimes and doesn’t like to be held LOL)
But as I sat there crying, depressed, confused with my life, she held me and told me all the good things about Mojo, how it will be ok when he dies, and not to be sad. I stopped crying and I laughed. She looked me in the eyes, “We’ll carry him to heaven. He will be happy.”
She mended and broke my heart all at once.
She does makeup with me, we drive around town looking for punch buggies when we’re bored. I take her out for coffees, she always tells me I’m beautiful, which of my underwear are her favorite, and is always begging me to ‘smuggle’ her and watch Grease, my favorite movie (and now hers). And we can never forget the popcorn, Doritos and Ben & Jerry’s (all of our favorite snacks). We dance around the kitchen to Grease Lightening, shake our tushies to Bruno Mars’ Uptown Funk, and bake vanilla cakes (both of our favorites).
How could anyone have a better friend than that?
And I can’t say it’ll all be the same as she grows older. I’ll hold onto her as tight as I can but she might want to let go, go shopping with her friends, meet boys at the movies, and be 16 and only talk to her 32 year old sister when she gets the annoying calls once a week, but regardless of how she grows she’s my baby. She’s my best friend. And I will never let her go.
Happy birthday my babe. You’re the light of my life.
xo, your sister and forever best friend, Al.