There Were Never Such Devoted Sisters

I held my breath and accepted the phone from my grandma’s outstretched hand. Never had I felt such nervous anticipation. It was as if my entire life hinged on what my mother was about to speak into my ear.

“Are you going to be sad?” Mom asked.

My seven-year-old heart deflated. “It’s a boy?” 
“No, it’s a girl.”
And so began the Rebekah/Lydia show.

A sister is perhaps one of the greatest blessings God could ever give a girl. Though there are days it certainly doesn’t feel like that fact is true. After suffering through three brothers, I believed the gift of a sister was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Most days, I still feel that way.
I have to confess that Lydia wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked Jesus for a sister. I can’t play with her hair, she doesn’t like to shop, and most everything I love to do is what she would consider  “boring”. At first, I was disappointed, but I now know that I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Lydia has stretched me and grown me in a way no one else ever could. I’ve learned a lot from her. And this may sound funny since I’m the older sister, but I want to be like her when I grow up.
I found that I connected most with Lydia at night. Once the lights were off in the rest of the house and we were supposed to be sound asleep, we’d be whispering back and forth, hoping Mom and Dad couldn’t hear us. Sometimes we would giggle at the silliest things, and other days we would share the intimate things of our hearts.
I don’t believe people when they say they are “just too different” from their sister to befriend her because, if Lydia and I can be seven years apart and differ so drastically, then anyone can be friends with her sister. While our personalities often seem to clash, our hearts are knit of the same fabric. And that is what makes our friendship work.