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  • I have no rational explanation for why my sister, Amanda, and I are wearing that.

    The best I can give you is, we were getting ready to go for a run, and those black heels had been a Christmas present to me from our younger sister. I decided to try them on and Amanda followed suit. Megan and Jake, two of the three younger siblings, were hanging out in our bedroom with us. We turned on "All I want for Christmas is You" and danced -- I believe I have video footage.

    This was Christmas break 2008. I was a sophomore in college and she was a senior -- the last year we would be in school together.

    Amanda and I are like night and day. She's blonde; I'm a brunette. Her hair is straight; my hair is curly. She's a clam; I wear my heart on my sleeve. As adolescents, people guessed us to be friends and were shocked to hear we shared the same parents.

    But she's only two years older than me, so growing up she was my 24/7 play date. We built very extravagant Barbie houses and would play in the basement for hours. We played Lion King, and Homeward Bound, and Polly Pockets. We shared a room as youngsters. Then we took a hiatus from each other from my sixth grade through Junior year of high school, and then I had to move into her room because Jake had been born and could no longer share a room with Megan, who was entering adolescence.

    In addition to our innate physical and emotional differences, we grew very differently as we entered adulthood. I made strides in my faith journey and spirituality (although that's never complete); she's still a few steps behind me. She was in and out of some serious and some not-so-serious relationships; I've dated but have always been single. I'm the eternal optimist; she's a pessimistic Patty. I don't think we'd be friends if we weren't sisters.

    But she's my best friend.

    We disagree, we fight and we often see the world in opposing colors. But every year at Christmas we dance (not in spandex and heals) to "Rockin' around the Christmas Tree" by Amy Grant. We could have you on the floor clenching your stomach with our Barbie stories. We live on opposite ends of the state now, but I love to go out with her and introduce her to my new friends.

    A lot of siblings aren't close. We're lucky.

    Oh by the way, we did eventually take off the heals and go for a run.
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