Sister. Melissa aka MoPro1, Mopie, Mo, Mozambique, and her least favorite and oddly enough my very favorite: Mobama!
Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize.
Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks.
Monopolize the bathroom.
Are always underfoot.
But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there.
Defending you against all comers. ~Pam Brown
I remember you as the sweetest little girl that could be. The one who charmed everyone as you pranced around in your red cowboy boots you insisted on wearing every day. The polar opposite of me and my tom boy stage you stood out as the ultimate girly girl. A graceful ballerina. An imagination that was larger than life.
Mom and Dad said you had a heart of gold, and you did. You cried in the Jesus movie.
You are gifted with your natural brains and sense of emotion. One who empathizes in the most true sense of the word.
You are carefree. Spirited. Gorgeous. Kind. Compassionate. Loving. Thoughtful. And resilient.
My partner in crime.
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My island hopping adventurista.
You help me keep Austin weird.
You drive me crazy like no one else can. You know how to push my buttons. But you also know exactly what to say to pick me up. And how I like my burgers. You bring me right back down to earth, calling me out and always for a good reason.
God put me on this earth a few years before you but today I stand next to you. And go before you only to make the mistakes that you will learn from without having to suffer on your own. Sister, you have such wisdom and strength and feel for others like no one I know. I will stand by you and celebrate your every victory, brave your every battle, and dance along beside you through every beat. I love you, Mo