As the younger sister I have watched, highly admired, and yes-I will admit-copied Misty and Rachel. There are seven years between Misty and I-five with Rachel. I am sure I do not need to tell you that those gaps are huge under the age of 20. I wanted their clothes. I crushed on their boyfriends. I craved their attention. We were in different worlds. My memories are just snapshots of smiles, intermingled with scowls.
Misty became my best friend when I moved in with her and her family for my last year of high school. Rachel became my best friend when I miscarried my first baby. With every cry circle, I felt our bond strengthen. I am eternally grateful for these two women in my life. They are my soulmate sisters-my dearest friends.