Sisters

I have this obsession with The Pioneer Woman. I try all her recipes (much to Sean’s dismay). I obsess about her photography. I want to be her. Except without the cattle ranch.

I apply for every single one of her giveaways (no I don’t really need an expensive orange dutch oven, but it’s free, right?). And I make Sean look at all the cool photos she posts about her life. He pretends to care.

Her most recent contest is a photography contest, which she does fairly often. There’s always a theme. And it seems like, to me, that I can never quite get in on the theme. Not because I don’t want to, but because they don’t apply to me.

Like, for February she had a Valentine’s Day themed photography contest: to take love pictures. This didn’t really apply to me, because, well after you’ve been with someone for a while, love becomes less of a picture-taking affairs and more of a tacit agreement to abide by each others’ rules.

The current photography contest is to take pictures of your sister. I conveniently have three half-brothers, but no sisters. Not that I’m ungrateful with the male siblings that I have, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a sister.

Would I have been a different person if I had had a sister? I’ve always wondered. My mom and I sort of act like sisters now. But what would it have been like to grow up with another female closer to my age.

I feel like there’s some part of sibling relationships that I missed in not having a sister.

Those of you with sisters, how would you describe your relationship?

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