Married

My Sister & I

As I was sat today looking at my sister, I thought about the future when we would be living apart, when she would be married and I would be married.  No longer living in the same house, no longer sharing the same room.

You see, people don’t understand how close my sister and I are, just how attached we are.  She’s not just my sister, but she’s my best friend, my little baby, my confidant, the person who knows everything about me, the person who means more to me than anything in the world to me.

You see, there are times when I’ve been holding on by a thread, and the only thing that kept me hanging on was wanting to be there for my sister to support her.  I could never intentionally leave her alone in this world.

The thought of one day living in totally different house from her makes me sad, because of all the jokes we’ve had together and all of our late night girl talks.   We laugh at things that nobody else would understand, we sing songs that the other is thinking and we come out with exactly the same reactions at the same time.

My sister and I have a very special bond — I say that we’re twins born three years apart.  As we get older, the prospect of living apart gets closer, which is a little difficult to face up to.  Over the course of this year has actually been the longest time we’ve spent apart, as I’ve spent almost three weeks away from her.  When I was away in Bosnia for two weeks, I didn’t realise how much I’d miss her.

My sister, my Rhi Rhi, my best friend is also my other half and words cannot express how much I love her.  We both want happiness for the other, so of course we’re going support one another getting married, but it doesn’t mean that we’re not going to miss each other a whole lot.

Another Year, Another Reflection

Saturday was my birthday.

Another year of life, an ideal time for reflection.

You see, birthdays aren’t a huge thing for me anymore;

God granting me another year is a blessing,

But the concept of getting older doesn’t seem so appealing.

 

Turning 21 felt weird,

However, I loved being 22.

Turning 23, though, just doesn’t feel nice,

And it’s like I can see 30 in the distance.

 

As I get older, it feels like time is running out,

To achieve what I want to achieve.

I want to make a difference, make my mark on the world,

I also want to get married and have a little girl.

 

In all honesty, I’d love to have been married by 23,

But of course this wasn’t meant to be.

Now I hope to be married by 25,

Having the one standing by my side.

 

There’s a slight problem with that though,

Because there’s currently no man in my life,

And I continue to wonder whether I’ll find someone worthy,

Or if they’ll even be willing to make me their wife.

 

A man in my life is not in the forefront of my mind though,

With so many plans for me to put into action.

Although I’d like to be further forward on my checklist,

I’ve done a lot in the past year that I should be proud of.

 

I’ve learnt to say no and not take every task on board,

I’ve continued writing and moved one of my blogs forward.

I found a way to take my youth platform to the next stage,

And I’ve finally come up with a business idea to put into play.

 

I visited new places in the world and made new friends,

I saw family I hadn’t seen for years on end.

Slowly but surely, my confidence is continuing to build,

And I’m seeing what I can do in the community I’m in.

 

There is so much more and for that I am proud,

But this year was definitely not full of good times.

I made mistakes and did not work as hard as I should,

But it’s been a learning process, which is always good.

 

Although 23 is an age that I’m not really feeling,

I did decide to celebrate my birthday a little bit;

Because I love those special moments with the people I love,

And being with them a little longer makes getting older worthwhile.