I'm smiling because I'm your sister. I'm laughing because there is nothing you can do about it! LOVE YOU CHEYNIE :)

 

15 years ago Saturday I remember sitting in the hospital with my mom when the door opened and one baby rolled in and then another behind it. The first was my doll Tyler, who was purchased by my Grammy to help me cope with the arrival of a new baby. The second was my little sister Cheyenne. Of course at the time I thought it was the coolest thing to have my own baby just like Momma but what I have come to see now is that, that day I was given more than just a baby-doll. The Lord blessed me with a sister, a companion, and a best friend.
Yes, we were the sisters that fought and had hateful words because that is what sisters do. I did tie her up with jump ropes and left her on the picnic table while convincing her we were playing Cowboys and Indians.  I did push her down the stairs, jump so hard that she flew off the trampoline, threw balls at her when we weren't playing dodge-ball, and made fun of her for the stupidest things. I know, I know, Marissa you were so mean but what you don't know is that she is my best friend and always has been. Cheyenne has been my comfort and support ever since we were little. I slept with her until I was 16 and still had the occasional "sneak down to her room without mom and dad knowing" after I had "officially" moved to my own room because I would get scared and need my Cheynie. She knows all the secrets my other family members don't know and I know they will never come out because she is my lock box. Cheyenne is also the person that has comforted me in many of my wrecks. Let's recall my recent one ..... I was standing in a parking lot next to my broken car, crying my eyes out, a complete mess. Cheyenne comes up to me hugs me and says "Sissy, it will be OK, I promise." We then proceed to get in Mom's car so she can take me to work, she says "Marissa you want some gum? It helps with stress." It took all I had not to scream NO I DON'T WANT ANY GUM! but I held my composer and said "No, Thank  you though." I seriously don't know anyone who would respond that way to me being hysterical  and she did because she is Cheynie. If anyone knows her you know what this mean. This simple little question in a crisis made me make a decision in my future that is really important to me. My sister, my best friend, my Cheynie will be the person standing beside me in the delivery room. Why? She is the only person that will hold my hand and not admit that I am about to break it, she is the person who will go into another surgery to find me an epidural if that is what I ask for, she is the one that will tell me "oh it's not the bad, really," she is the only one that I trust to hold my baby as it takes it's first breaths. Cheyenne is everything I could as for in a sister and a friend. Even though I am the older sister I look up to her (not only because she is taller than me) because she is someone that I admire. She is everything I wish I was, cool, calm, collected, beautiful, caring, smart, and loving. You all really don't know how much I love this girl. Technically we didn't finish growing up together and that I regret more than anything but that does not mean I don't love her with every bit of my heart and more. I am truly blessed and extremely thankful that I am the one chosen to have her as my sister. Cheyenne, I love you sissy! Thank you for being my sister and a wonderful woman!