an ode to my snister. my bestie. my soul.

i remember that day (not really), so long ago, when you were born- one year six months and three days after me. i was waiting for you because frankly, we had a lot to get done. such as:
- wearing matching outfits 24/7
- getting confused as twins 24/7
- making up endless games such as animal wrestling
- schooling our neighbors in roller hockey and basketball
- forming a band in middle school called 'punkt'
- sharing a room for 90% of our lives
- sharing a bed for 3 months
- fighting over sharing a car for 6 months
- standing in a [nonexistent] line for the book eclipse opening day
- seeing tegan and sara in concert and never being the same
- getting separated from each other for the first time when i went to college
- showing up to trent's wedding in the exact same outfit
- going through phases of not talking for weeks at a time to talking every single day

we are still checking things on our snister to do list, like:
- sharing music slash hotties slash movies like it's nobody's business
- taking some great pics together
- going through super awkward chubs stages (do they ever end?)
- staying up late (or waking up early) and talking
- getting each other addicted to anything and everything
- arguing over who is the favorite child (i seriously am though)
- sharing the bed when i visit
- applying gilmore girls in every aspect of our lives
- gmail video chatting it up
- you writing songs and me listening to you play them
- being the personal photographer at each other's graduations
- having people mix us up. still.

there are so many things that have yet to be done:
- going somewhere awesome, just the two of us, like europa or nyc
- being university graduates
- living next to each other on the east coast
- marrying some serious hotties with great hair who will obviously be besties
- raising some crazy kids with great hair who will also be besties
- going on family vacations that will top all other family vacations
- buying super nice cars when we're old and rich
- people getting us confused even more when we both have silver hair

i love you snister. 

you are my bestie. you are my soul.

i don't know what i'm going to do when you move to virginia. probably die.

part of me is made of glass. and also, i love you. -the history of love