We are our fathers daughters

Today and tomorrow are dedicated "sister" days, days where I spend the entire day in the company of my older sister & (mostly) shop.
This sounds like a normal thing but while I was thinking about the fun I will be having with her over the next 48 hours- I couldn't help but think of how we got to this point in our adult lives, where we can enjoy spending time together.


Kelly and I are as far apart in appearance as possible for full blood relation.
While I top out at a meager 5 foot 4, she towers over me at 5 foot 9. She is fair with Carmel and red hued hair, ice blue eyes and a thin frame- I am tanned, spanish black hair, hazel eyes and have curves for days.

We come from a large blended family, our parents divorced while we were toddlers- both to remarry and give us more siblings. We spent all of our time together- not by choice but from visitations to see our father back home. This often lead to people thinking we were twins, much to our disgust.
I remember vividly that when standing next to each other for introductions throughout our lives, the phrase "they are their fathers' daughters" came up entirely too much.
I have my fathers coloring, she his family's features, and to his dismay our mothers tongue.
But as children and for much of our adolence we were as far from sisters as possible.
When asked if we were each others "best friends", we would reply that if we were not sisters, we would never speak.
So far apart were our personalities that we rarely had a kind word for the other and we were very content with the relationship that we shared.

But thankfully, as years have progressed that changed. We made ourselves available to the other when each was dealing with the hardships life throws at you.
We found our lives on similar paths for the first time about two years ago and created a relationship that most sisters had cultivated since birth. We stood as a united front when we left our abusive relationships this last year, helped each other find stable ground and gave each other a shoulder to cry on when needed (if at all).
We were women reborn, we laugh long and hard (mostly at our own jokes) and find joy in our new lives as happy adults in loving relationships with our men.
And here we thought we would never get along.

I look back and reflect often on how lucky we are to have come to this point.
We share so much these days, including our time as often as possible.
Now when we stand next to each other- people see how much me share, the way we speak, that we share the same laugh and mannerisms. I am thankful for that.

I'm very happy to say that I couldn't be in a better place than I am now in my life-
Things just get better and better, it means the world to me that Kel and I can share these good times together.