the journaling reads
There are eight years, and two brothers, between my sister and I. When I was little we shared a room and even shared a bed. She got married, with me as her junior bridesmaid, when I was only 11 and I missed her so very much. It took me forever to learn to sleep without her, and I was left to deal with two older brothers by myself. She was always my idol growing up. She was popular, pretty and so smart. She could play the organ, the guitar and had a beautiful voice, she was kind and a hard worker. I bet she never knew that I wanted to be just like her. Whenever I needed advice, or a soft shoulder she was always there, even when she didnít agree with me. She never let me down, she always stood by me. Now we are both adults and I think we are closer than ever. We scrapbook together and talk on the phone at least once a week. But most things havenít changed. She is still kind, popular, hard working, my rock, my friend and beautiful and I still want to be just like her.