233 Words on Sisterly Love

This is the first photo I’ve posted that I didn’t take myself – in fact, I couldn’t have taken it.  That’s me nestled in a pink blanket on the day I was born.  My sister is inspecting me in my plastic sleeping place and my mom is watching from her hospital bed.

I recently came across this photo while going through boxes of pictures at my grandma and papa’s house in Wenatchee. I couldn’t resist posting it and writing a little about what it means to me.

The one thing this photo says to me?  Love.  The way my sister has her head tilted to the side,  peering into the tiny box I’ve been placed in.  Wondering who I am and what kind of sister I’ll be.  Looking at new life and deciding that she’ll always call me, “Baby Sister.”  That was my name to her for many, many years.  My parents have adorable videos of them asking my sister, Alex, “who is that, Alex?”  Her reply is always, “that’s Baby Sister.”  That’s love.

There are so many cliche things that people say about sisters, but they’re all true.  She’ll love me no matter what.  She’s always wanted what’s best for me.  I have a piece of art in my room that says, “I am twice blessed – my sister is also my friend.”  So true.

She’s loved me from day one.  Here’s the proof.

What actions say “love” to you?