"She's touching me!"
"Am not,"
"Are too..."
How many times have I heard this????? Wait, I seem to remember saying that growing up. My sister Jodi and I were like oil and water in our younger years. Both from the same gene pool, but as different as night and day.
There is actually a picture of us when I was 10 and she was 8. We were standing on the front porch of our home. Jodi was wearing a baseball cap, shorts, t-shirt, and holding a fishing pole. I, on the other hand, wore a blue and white checked ballet tutu, a white hat with red ribbon, tights, and ballet slippers.
In order to help Jodi "mature", I took it as my responsibilty never to laugh at ANY of her jokes. I would tell people, "don't encourage her." The truth is...she was and is hilarious. When you are young however, and the oldest sibling, having your younger sister walking lopsided on sidewalks or singing out loud in the store "I Love A Parade" just to get a reaction from you...well, let's just say, I pretended not to know her on several occassions.
Today, she keeps me in stitches. I look forward to our visits and conversations on the phone. Age has a way of "maturing" all of us to be a little more childlike. Enjoy life...for we are never promised a tomorrow. There is something to be said about the quote, "Live, Laugh, and Love."
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