An Open Letter to My Sister on her 21st Birthday

Marissa Emerson - Ecuador


October 16, 2017

Hey Moo Moo,

 

Guess what?

No, actually. 

Guess. What.

 

IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!! WOOHOO!

 

Okay, so maybe you knew that…but still! I’m so excited for you and I’m not even on the same continent as you! 

Yeah…actually about that. I’m really sorry I can’t be with you today and celebrate with you. Not like I was planning to throw a huge party or anything, I’m just sorta bummed I can’t at least hug you semi-against-your-will today.😉

But hey, when I get back you’ll be of legal age to risk your life on a daily basis and supervise me driving until I get my license. Hope you’re ready for a road trip!

Jokes aside (yeah, let’s see how long that lasts), thank you for being who you are. I really appreciate your honesty with me All. The. Time. I can come to you about different situations and insecurities and get your (occasionally brutal but always with good intent) honest thoughts about what’s going on, regardless of if it’s what I want to hear or not. You remind me that it’s okay to not be happy and energetic all the time, but also tell me when it’s time to get over myself and move on from things I’m dwelling on from the past.

You’re my level-headed, introverted other half that can match my every joke with an immediate, sarcastic response that I have a 67% chance to not understand.

You’re my reluctant kitchen dance partner.

My musical theatre belting buddy.

My mango smoothie sister.

My writing-a-theater-review-an-hour-before-it’s-due editor.

My on-call fashionista that will totally check me on wearing “that shirt” with “those shoes,” but then tell me that whatever I feel is my style is okay if it makes me happy, followed by tips on how to improve next time I try a Marissa Original Outfit Design.

My “no offense, but please get off my floor and go to your own room soon” therapist.

My Harry Potter/Sherlock/RWBY/RuPaul’s Drag Race/Teen Wolf/Game of Thrones/Throne ofGlass/Shadowhunters/W.I.T.C.H. fandom fairy.

My “Guns and Ships” hype-woman.

My “Assassins Creed” level beater.

My Greek Mythology/Constellation encyclopedia.

My scented-candle obsession partner in crime.

My “Ten-Thousand Villages” living room duet partner.

My inspiration as a student and as a writer.

My Penn Street pal.

My King of Prussia queen.

My most rewarding laugh to earn.

My most sought-after hug.

My other half on another continent.

My best friend.

My sister.

 

And there’s nothing you can do about it. 😉

 

You’re the milk drinker (more like devourer) to my lactose intolerant self and the animal lover to my “ehh, maybe a cat?” mentality. And I’m totally okay with that.

 

Honestly, I don’t know if I’d want it any other way.

 

Thanks for being you, my dude. Even when you do things that you don’t think are out of the ordinary or particularly special, you still manage to inspire me and teach me

new things. Sometimes even about myself.

I hope you have an incredible, awesome, amazing, fantastic, show stopping, “sickening”birthday that even Bianca Del Rio couldn’t drag. Actually, that’s kinda impossible. She can drag anything…

I hope you have a birthday you genuinely enjoy.

If you need anything, I’m only a text, call, FaceTime, airplane ride, boat trip, handwritten letter, carrier pigeon, or smoke signal away.

 

Happy 21st Birthday, Claudia.

I love you. ❤️

 

P.S. Your birthday present is me not posting any pictures of us on my blog. You’re welcome.

With Pride,

Marissa

Marissa Emerson