23 years ago my parents brought a little something home...my sister, Meghan Rebekah Bristow. She was a loud, laughing baby with big cheeks, big curls and even bigger blue eyes. I appreciated this briefly. I soon stuck her in a baby carriage of mine and proceeded to try and walk out the door. My mom stopped me and asked, "Where are you going?" My reply? "I'm taking her back to the hospital." I had had enough.
|yeah...I'm over this big baby.|
|Who knew she'd end up the blonde?|
|Same outfit in a different color, and same paper-reading. I know you didn't enjoy that!|
Once I was in high school things took a turn for the worse. Constantly screaming at each other, locking one another out of the bathroom we shared, and bothering the other when friends were over. You name it, we did it. My parents were legitimately concerned we would grow up and be unable to spend holidays together. It was that bad.
|My bachelorette party|
Fast forward a few years later, and I'm engaged. My sister would obviously be my maid of honor, even though we aren't really friends. We no longer scream, but then again we don't live together. I was a little nervous about trusting her with this huge job, but I was beyond amazed and grateful for everything she did for me. She was my pitbull when I was stressed and frustrated with someone. She listened to me complain, she gave me a shoulder to cry on, and she made me smile when I needed it most.
|Laughing and crying at my shower|
|Getting me into my wedding dress|
I love you so much, Meg!
|Christmas this year|