Late...as usual.

Pushy, my sister is not. As a matter of fact, I had no idea she was still waiting on me to blog. I was trying to update my checkbook, but my bank's computer system is down, so instead of attempting to complete another task on my ever growing "To Do" list, I started surfing. The blog was her idea, but I do kinda like it. Journaling is still a great way for me to express my feelings or just to get something off my chest. So....here goes....

One of my favorite people is my sister. ( Yes, I know she blogged about me first, but this is not because I feel obligated to reciprocate). She is truly a joy in my life. She has given me 2 precious nephews. My favorite is Dylan, but please don't tell Preston. Kris (what I always call her) has always been in my shadow. I am the oldest, but she is the strongest. I'm the loud, "sure I'll do it", "never met a stranger" kinda girl. She is the quiet, "I only need a few people in my inner circle", "now let me think this through" kinda girl. I admire her work ethic, the way she pushes thru hard times, and how she makes it on her own. We have a very unique relationship. I boss her around, tell her how to raise the boys, how to handle her problems, who to be friends with, what to say in that situation or this situation, and what she shouldn't have spent money on. In turn, she is strong and confident enough to say "yes sister" then still do what she knows is best. She is a working mom with all the sames responsibilities that I have, but she does it all by herself. She is a single mom. The only thing the weekend means is that she doesn't have to clock in. Her work never stops. In the dark of the night, she can't "unload emotionally" on anyone. She is remarkable. She is my sister.