A Tale of Two Stephanies

I don’t have a lot to share today, but I wanted to tell you a little bit more about my family as I continue to work on a few half-written blog posts lingering in my draft file.

I’m on the right. Our face painting skills never got any better.
I apologize for the blurriness. Pretend it adds to the nostalgia.
I hope this photo doesn’t end up as an embarrassing meme somewhere.

That girl on the left up there in that awful photo is my sister. But oh no, you say, you’ve already told us that you are an only child. Why are you lying, Playfullytacky? It is true, we weren’t born into the same family; even better, we were able to pick each other. She cho-cho-chose me.

Obviously, if you are picking a new sibling you are likely to pick someone who is a good friend – a best friend, probably. This is how it worked in our case, for sure. We were great friends and part of a really close group all the way through high school. We used to call each other on the phone almost daily – you might assume we were talking, but no, we were just watching television together in silence. There was a delay though, so I could usually hear laughter over the line from her television just a second before my side caught up.

After high school, we went our separate ways and grew out of that kind of close friendship. No need for sad violins though, that just means that our relationship moved into a new phase.

We aren’t at a point in our lives where either one would be the first one called for a quick night out, a bitch session, or even happy news. But we are 100% there for the other and. . . well, family.

That is pretty awesome.



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