Me (Macie): “Vaguely mentions something about living with my sister”

Cashier/Stranger/Anyone: “What!?! You live with your sister as an ADULT? I could never! I love my sister, but there is no way I could ever live with her!”

Me: “Laughs it off with something about being weirdly close with my sibling”

You know that song from Holiday Inn entitled “Sisters?” Or that wildly inappropriate movie with Tina Fey and Amy Poehler? Laverne and Shirley? Any fantastically hilarious, laugh-until-it-aches duo? Yep, that’s Maddie and me. Except the PG version of all of that wrapped into one.

We’re polar opposites. In fact, many people comment that based on our personalities, we were essentially born in reverse. My personality is more often that of an older sibling, while Maddie’s is more of a younger sib. We can drag each other down and build each other up. We can cover subjects and laugh about things that can only be discussed amongst sisters. Oh, and full transparency, if you ever tell either of us anything that isn’t bound by a legal confidentiality agreement, the other one will hear about it. But don’t worry, sisterhood is basically a confidentiality agreement so we won’t tell anyone…else. That’s how that works, right? No?…Oops. Sorry.

When we were younger, we did NOT get along. There were (sadly) years where I barely knew my sister. I loved her, sure. But I didn’t know her. It has taken years and heartbreaking events to get us to the inseparable pair that we are today. Do I know her now? Absolutely. She’s my best friend. Do I always understand her? Hah. Nope! And that’s OKAY! Something I am discovering is that I don’t need to understand everything, even though I desperately try, because I’ll admit it, I’m a know it all ;).

We’re those sisters who know basically everything about the other, no subject is off limits, and we finally reached the point where we could agree that our old Easter decor from the 90’s was ugly and it was time to get rid of it. Whew…what a milestone. I guess when you’ve walked through fire (figuratively) with your siblings, you just realize that all those petty fights over who got the sucker when the bank teller only gave us one just aren’t worth holding grudges over.

In fact, we’ve decided we are so close that we hardly fall under the sister or best friend categories anymore. Maddie (against my will) often refers to me as her wife, since she has a hard time keeping track of our schedule and I can barely use the can opener. Although this might be a strangely accurate figurative statement, it gets awkward in public when Maddie’s boyfriend is around, and we already look so much alike. So one day we compromised.

Maddie: “I don’t know what to call you, you’re like closer than my sister. You’re. You’re…You’re like the Wind Beneath My Wings!”

Me (Dies of laughter): “Well, I hope you know that we will have a sisters dance at your wedding someday to that song now.”

….And then I dramatically broke into song and serenaded her with a combination of the “Wind Beneath My Wings” and “You are so Beautiful” that I sang in high school show choir…trust me. It’s even worse than it sounds.

So there you have it. I am the wind beneath her wings, and I take my role very seriously. Basically, don’t hurt the wings I support, or I will cause a wind storm that carries away all your left socks! Worst. Threat. Ever. I know. But seriously. I love my sister.

Sincerely,

Macie Claire

Disclaimer: I’m sure there are many sets of siblings out there equally as close to each other as my sister and me, we just like to pretend we are the outliers :). My advice to you all: be the wind under each other’s wings when they need you.