Growing up, I wasn?t a very good big sister. I thought my little sisters were borne by my parents as some sort of punishment for my self-centered desire that the world should revolve around only me. I didn?t want to share anything with my sisters; my room, my toys, my friends, my airspace- they were all off limits to them.

I guess the relationship riff was really most prevalent between Stina and me. Sure SG was annoying, but she was five years my younger and just lived her life to get on my nerves. Stina wanted to actually be my friend ? gasp!

I?m not sure exactly when I discovered that my little sisters were actually ok people and that their existence on this earth was not to make my life miserable but to enhance my life, but it may have been when I was in college and Stina came to visit me. She came to the college under the guise of a ?prospective student.? A bunch of my friends and I got together and we took her out to dinner at TGI Friday?s. We had such a fun time laughing, joking, and eating. During all this laughing, joking, and eating, several of my friends noticed how Stina and I have many of the same mannerisms. We kind of look alike, but for most people we have to tell them that we are sisters.

When Stina was a freshman in college, I was a senior. We didn?t exactly hang out a ton, but I tried to be nice to her and keep a little bit of an eye on her. I won?t even mention the big fight we got into over sharing the car, because I have grown up a little bit since then.

Given my history of being a not-great big sister and not wanting to be friends with my siblings, it was lots of fun yesterday to anticipate Stina?s arrival at my house to spend the Easter holiday. It makes it a much nicer holiday to spend it with family, especially family that you now love and like. (And free babysitting is a plus too!)

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