My Little Sister

Today I have been thinking about someone really important to me, my little sister Ali.  Ali is 4 years younger than me and she was born with Cerebral Palsy and Microcephaly. Alison is mentally and physically disabled.  Although she has these disabilities, I don't think that this is what defines her.  I feel that she understands way more than what what her body allows her to express.  I've never met someone so loving and pure. 

When I was younger I used to pray that she would get better.  My sweet parents never corrected me on this.  What faith I had to believe that one day Ali would walk and become just like her peers.  I've always been especially close with her. We shared a room growing up.  She would wake up in the night and cry or scratch at the wall, but I didn't mind, I guess this is where I learned to be a heavy sleeper. I would dress her up and have tea parties with her when we were younger, she would come sit on my inflatable chair in the mornings and watch me get ready for school.  There has always been something about our relationship that I cannot explain, but I have always felt incredible close to her.  I would tell her my secrets and of course she listened.  I would cry to her when I had no one else to cry to.  She would always be concerned and reach out her hand to my face to show me that she cared.  I know that she understands me; I know that she loves me.

I know that Heavenly Father sent Ali to our family for a reason.  She has created somewhat of an invisable bond for our family.  I don't think I could have asked for a better little sister.  My parents have always been so loving and caring.  I know that Heavenly Father sent Ali to them because they are strong and He trusted them to love her and care for her.  They have never complained, only shown love and gratefulness.  I look up to them so much, in hopes that one day I will be able to follow their example in my life. 

I look forward to one day being able to talk with my little sister.  To laugh with her, to dance with her, to sing with her, to hear her beautiful voice.  I feel so priveledged to have Ali as my little sister.  It's a strange feeling, but I feel that I know her.  I feel that we once were best friends in heaven and I feel that we always will be.  I can't wait for the day that we will join each other in heaven again, just as we left off.