Growing up, I had a dad that traveled. A lot. That meant my mom drove back and forth to the airport. A lot. Once I became a legal driver, I was roped into the mix and started the trek to the airport some weekends. But, more often than I'd like to admit, I got lost. Or took the wrong exit. Google Maps would have been so helpful then.
My mom had a genius solution to this problem. She sent my sister with me. To tell me how to get there and back. She was 10 years old. And yes, she was way smarter than me.
Yesterday was that sister's birthday. All she asked for was a reprieve from her mom life. She's a single parent, so she never gets a break. Ever. So I kept two 6 year olds for 9 hours. Let me tell you, my sister makes her life look so easy. And it's anything but. I speak from experience.
I had brief moments yesterday where no one was singing "Let It Go", and I started to think about all the ways my sister is still leading me. Showing me where to go and how to live. She's been doing it since she was 10.
She is my greatest example of all that is good. Her insides are made of pure gold and little crazy. Which makes her all kinds of perfect. She's my Northern Star that guides me in all that I do. She continually shows me what love looks like in action. She is the greatest sister God could have ever given me. Truly.
Sisters are rare and special friends. It's a bond you really can't put into words. Instead, you entertain two 6 years olds and let them rearrange the contents of your house. Love at it's finest.
Happy Birthday to my greatest friend.
And if you have a sister. Hug her today. And let her show you the way.