When I was little, I prayed every night for God to send me a little brother or sister to love and play with...and yes, torture a little. God listened, he heard my prayer...and he answered in his own way.
He sent my cousin Kristi to live with my family. She was, and is, the best gift I've ever been given.
I now know the joys of singing 80's songs at the top of our lungs while dragging Main in a VW Beetle that wasn't red-red, but red.
I now know what it's like to stay up all night laughing and talking.
I now know how it feels to share secrets and dreams with someone who adores you as much as you adore them.
I now know how it feels to be so incredibly proud of someone that close to you. How it feels to look at her and her life and realize she's stronger than you ever dreamed of being. To see that she's your hero. To see that no matter the circumstances that led her to you, it was the greatest blessing of your life.
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