Sometimes in this life we get lucky.
We meet a friend who is so rare that we become friends with them as children and are able to carry that friendship through the years.
We make it through puberty, marriage, kids, moves, divorce, family craziness, friends together with others and even deaths.
If we are very, very fortunate that person becomes family to us.
Today I celebrate my sister from another mister!
Since I change all names to protect the innocent and insane alike I just have to say that one is hard because I want the world to know how my sister has literally saved my life in the over 35 years we have known each other.
I will call her Peevley because yes, there is an inside joke to that, but it makes me laugh every time I type it!
Some of you may can remember the song “Our house in the middle of our street”, well those words anyway. If you can’t then just go with it!
Our houses were right across the street from each other.
We literally could and would meet in the street and go to each other’s homes.
She is two years older than me but we are both about 20 in our minds so it all works out!
We tell people we share a memory and it’s actually true.
Parts of her childhood were not pleasant, so when she took protective measures to move on with her life, she blocked out more than just the bad parts.
So she has big Swiss cheese size holes in parts of her memory and I supply the information back to her.
It can really suck having such a good memory at times, especially when you have seen things you wish you could un-see but it’s there because that “steel trap” metaphor is for real in my world.
And yes, sometimes I make up stuff to “remind” her and usually get called on it. Most of the time!
Her “biological” parents and brother are no longer in our lives.
We just say we are twins and my family claims her.
Though we look Nothing alike, we do tell folks we are twins and amazingly many people believe us.
We are about the same height, no matter what she says about being taller, but that would be where the similarities end on the looks.
I have dark hair and olive skin and she has red hair and glowy white see through skin.
You see why I question those who think we’re twins?!
Not to mention our body parts are different sizes, her waist is smaller while I will never know the joy of the junk in the trunk comments she gets!
I tan and she burns turning red with green freckles.
We know when the other one is mad or upset sometimes by just a feeling.
Example, one of us feels strange and calls the other.
First question is “What is it?” Then the other proceeds to go on rant or explain what is getting to them.
No questions of “how did you know” we just know.
I know twins who have this and close sisters but we aren’t blood related.
She isn’t the only one I am this way with.
For the most part, we have a lot of the same friends.
However, we both have friends we will ask, “Please explain again why we like that person?” but will respect each other’s choices and reasons.
We don’t need nor do we “seek approval” we merely ask for advice and automatically accept each other for who we are.
We don’t have to like the decisions, actions or words of the other but we always accept and love each other no matter what.
I can’t imagine my life without her.
She lives nearly 13 hours away now and we still talk weekly and see each other at least once a year.
She was blessed to find her happily ever after when we were young, ok I know I am younger but she still wasn’t able to legally drink when she married “the boss”!
We are a part of each other and our families are so intertwined you need an index, compass and subscriptions to Psycho Weekly and National Geographic just to keep up!
We raised her kids and now mine.
It’s freaky really that my son could be her grandchild!
Her son is the eldest of our kids at like 27. If he is any older my mind can’t think of that right now as I remember when she was pregnant with him!
Our only girl is 25ish and of course the youngest boy turns 5 this year.
See what I mean by he could be the age of a grandchild if she had one?!
And she knows I am just messing with her by writing that!
Seriously, we have talked each other down off the proverbial cliff, listened, held hands, wiped tears and puke for each other.
I truly would give her a kidney if needed.
One of our “sharable” stories from the years was when we were teens, about 15 & 17, we snuck out of her house and met her boyfriend, also my good friend, and rode around until we could meet my boyfriend.
We met back up later, snuck back into her house and thought we were so cool and had gotten away with it.
Except we grew up in a neighborhood where everyone knew everyone and everyone watched each other’s kids.
We were so busy sneaking out and then back in that we failed to note our neighbors, who had been at midnight mass, in their driveway with a direct view to the window we climbed out of.
Of course they told our parents.
They all met at the local Burger King to plot our death over coffee!
Both her and my parents had been taping our phone calls.
We both got a whopping and severely grounded for several months.
We were not “allowed” to “play together” for that summer, however, when school started back up I was allowed to ride with her to school and we had to come straight home and check in!
Never once did it cross our minds to “no longer be friends”.
If anything it was one of the many things that brought us closer.
Fast forward about 20 years and her husband was deployed to a warzone as he was in the Army Reserves.
This was his second deployment and their kids were now teens.
I thought nothing of driving up to be with her and the kids over the winter break.
Just as I would have it no other way to go back 6 months later when he returned and we held a celebration for his safe return.
Being so far apart makes life so challenging when you can just drive over, sit down with your friend and share time talking face to face.
But Peevley and I can just pick up the phone and we are right where we need to be.
I have made and collected so many friends in my life, but I was lucky to find and keep my Peevley this long.
We both make the effort to keep in touch and talk whether phone, text or emails. And, of course, the occasional SnapChat!
If we go more than a week without talking, which happens due to schedules, families and living in different time zones, we get weirded out and have to call just to “hear you irritatingly lovely voice” as we like to say.
Really it’s a sanity check for us both.
Without her I know I would be lost.
So to my sister, Thank You.
Thank you for always being there for me, for believing in me and staying with me even when it was hard, and I know it was at times!
You are the Best Sister, Friend, co-conspirator and woman I am privileged to share my life with!
Happy Birthday Peevley!
I love you!
From birth to earth my steel magnolia sister!
Have a Fabulously Graceless Wednesday!