I am Blessed with a Sister

   Sometimes, I get so swept up in life that I forget to be thankful. It never fails that my sister is the one who brings me back to reality. She does it in a way that melts my heart and breaks down every single one of my defenses. And-- you know what? I love it.
   Yesterday was one of those days where she completely caught me off guard. I was supposed to go to the shooting range with one of her friends. He never called. She asked if I was upset, but I said that over the past year, I've learned not to get my hopes up. When it happens, it's great, but when it doesn't, it's not a big deal. That's what she did it... She told me, "I'm so mad at him. I know that he doesn't know your story, but he is just one more person who has let you down. You really didn't need another broken promise." She spent the rest of the day making it up to me (which she did not need to do).

Why am I telling you this?
   There is nothing greater than the people who love us. Regardless of whether you're single, taken, married, divorced... you know the kind of love I am talking about. It's not over the top, nothing too showy. It's simple, honest, and never-ending. It's not given and taken back; once it's there, it stays forever.
    I am blessed with a sister. She is honestly my best friend and my greatest support. When all else fails, I know that I can count on her. This is what we should all be focusing on-- the good things in life. I know, quite well, how rough life can be. Yet, spending all my time caught up in everything that's going wrong, leaves no room to be happy or feel loved. Sometimes, it's not about being strong. Cry when you need it. Ask for help when you feel weak. Hold a friend's hand for support. And-- remember to count your blessings.