I'm positive that Chels is the most amazing big sister a girl could have in the world. Ever since we were little, we've been really, really close. We tell each other anything. As I look back, I'm amazed at how unaware I was of how good she's been to me. I was always her little sis, over three years younger, and yet she's always treated me like her equal- her peer. I don't ever remember her saying, "You're too young to understand." She didn't brush me off. She wasn't embarrassed to have me around her friends. When she was entering her teenage years and I was just a little ten year old, she stayed up late talking and giggling in bed with me! I remember when she outgrew playing with dolls. It wasn't this condescending thing. She just kinda got to the stage where she didn't enjoy it any more. But I don't think I'll ever forget one occasion. She was already a teenager. Too big for dolls. But it was my birthday. So she got down on our bedroom floor with me and played dolls. It meant the world to me, a little girl trying to figure out who I was, in that stage where it was so important to be loved and accepted. There was my big sister, playing dolls with me. It impacted me forever.
Chels, you've been the best big sis. I enjoy our relationship so much. The amazing girls' nights. Crazy talks about the most random things. Laughing over stuff that's not funny to anyone but us. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for understanding my heart even when I didn't know how to express it. Thanks for the countless times you've planned fun stuff, talked late, given me chocolate, paid my bill, stuck up for me, lent me clothes, encouraged me, put a smile on my face, told me the truth even when I didn't want to hear it, made our bed, hung up my clothes, taken me shopping, written me notes, made me laugh, and jumped out at me in the dark.