Sisters, sisters

There were never such devoted sisters,
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,
I'm there to keep my eye on her
Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing

My baby sister is the best baby sister in the world.  Except she is stupid.  She moved.  She lives in frikkin Virginia for absolutely no reason.  Ok.  Ok.  Well, she’s really there for school.  But that’s still stupid.  The point is that she’s far away and I love her.

I have so many memories with Faith that I’ll never forget.  She was always a little zany and definitely more emotional than me.  She had a tendency to get wild ideas in her head and do anything she could to run with it.  I think she painted her bedroom more than anyone else I’ve ever known.  She loved playing princess songs on the piano and ended up having a flair for acting and singing. 

I’ll never forget how we used to tease her about her nose.  She’s got the awesomest nose in the world.  It’s like a little dimple at the tip of her nose that makes her look a little bit like a pug, but she’s too pretty to actually be a pug.  When we were kids, our Uncle Dave would tell her that Mom got mad at her once when she was a baby and hit her with a pan and then she was forever stuck with a dimple.  I’m not sure how that affected her in the long run.  But it was definitely fun for us. 

Now that she’s so far away, I really miss her.  I don’t get to talk to her near enough and have lately been an epic sister fail.  She called me the other day just to talk and I said I’d call her back and still haven’t done that.  She has gotten super homesick twice since she’s been there.  She called me in tears once just because she missed us.  Then when I hurt my ankle/foot, she only read part of my Facebook and thought something terribly drastic and awful had happened to me and then couldn’t get in touch with anyone in my family (me included).  Apparently when she finally got on the phone with my mom, she was basically in hysterics and my mom wouldn’t have been surprised if she had dropped out of school and moved home without any notice because she was so freaked about what could have been wrong with me.  She’s precious.

Faith is the apple of my eye, you could say (especially if you’re being mellowdramatic).  The last night she was in town before moving about a million miles away, I stayed at Mom and Dad’s house with her and we slept together in her tiny little twin sized bed and watched “Family Stone.”  I bought it for her that night so that we could watch it “together” at a distance. 

Then the next day, she left.  As we were getting her ready to go and stuff, we started singing Lady Antebellum and it’s now “our song.”  Now every time I hear the song, I call her and put the phone up against the speaker.  And because I’m going to send her a link to this blog, I feel as though I should have the lyrics here.  It’s tradition.

I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late

I run my life
Or is it running me?
Run from my past, I run too fast
Or too slow it seems

When lies become the truth
That's when I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you, baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby, you're the only one I run to
I run to you

We run on fumes
Your life and mine
Like the sands of time
Slippin' right on through

And our love's the only truth
That's why I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you, baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby, you're the only one I run to
I run to you

I love Faith.