I have three brothers, two older and one younger. Before I go further, I have to make something clear: I love my brothers. All three. Very much. They are all hilarious and if not for them, I would never have signed up for karate.
That said, I always wanted a sister. When my mom was pregnant with my younger brother, I pleaded with God to give me a sister. I promised Him that I would help my mom in any way if she could just bring home a baby who would wear shiny black Mary Jane's.
Clearly, Peter wasn't a girl and I got over it in about two seconds the first time I held him.
But I still always wanted a sister. It wasn't until a couple of years ago that I realized something very significant. Having only brothers does mean no sisters. However, brothers and a husband can mean sisters-in-law.
Oh, how I've been blessed with sisters now. Hopefully you've met most of them. "Happy Cuteness" Jen, hilarious Jenny, trendy Joanna and gorgeous Courtney.
Not only do I love my sisters, but I like them too. I'm thankful for sisters that I have fun texting during the day and still want to hang out with at night. They are all lovely, funny and wonderful.
And it just gets better. Just before Christmas, my brother-in-law proposed to his girlfriend Janna. I've mentioned her just a few times on the blog because she's amazing. Seriously love this girl.
She makes to-die-for apple crisp, knows every word to "Shoop," created adorable clothes and a super-cute Halloween costume for Madeline, and the first time she sat on my couch, I knew we would be friends.
She is so entertaining to be around because you never know if you'll be introduced to a musical masterpiece like "Buttermilk Biscuits" or hear more about just how much she loves Jesus. Two very different elements, but in Janna, they just blend because she's always real.
So to Jon and Janna: a very belated but still heart-felt congratulations on your engagement. I'm so thankful to be your sister and friend. It's an honor to watch your love for each other and God. And thanks for being fun people, too.
I spent Saturday with Janna in wedding fever, first at a bridal show and then David's Bridal. To me, this is the epitome of having sisters. My brothers and I don't really do a lot of cake-tasting and dress-browsing together.
While looking at seven shades of brown (and I kid you not, there really are seven shades of brown bridesmaid dresses), I couldn't stop thinking that sometimes God really does answer, "Not now."
No, I didn't get a sister in 1992, despite all my fervent prayers. But on my wedding day, I got two sisters and in just three years, I have three more.
We don't get to pick our family members, but I'm very blessed to say I would choose to be friends with all of my sisters, even if we weren't related by the men in our lives.
They just might not say the same about me, their loud-laughin', Crossroads-lovin', sweet tea addicted, rodent-scared sister.