Leather and Lace.**

((this def. needs work! i wrote it at 6am this morning, bare with me!))

We are like leather and lace. No two things could be more different. One is here, one lives there. Two different colors of hair. Two different outlooks on life; like two different windows, with two different views. Yes, we are like leather and lace.
Like leather we are tough. No one would dare mess with us. We are out spoken and brutally honest. We walk tall, our heads always held high. Like lace we are girly. We like to get dressed up. We enjoy and embrace our feminine side. Whether or not we are leather or lace, I hope you respect our differences, and cherish our likenesses. I have come to realize that there is no one that knows me quite like you do.
I hope you always remember last Christmas when we all went to eat at Frisch’s. We thought we had stood just a second too long, and our mouths began to run, as usual. Mom looked at us with those furious eyes,
“This is the last time we’re ever going out!” and we had to laugh at her, and apologize too. We cracked jokes at her expense all night.
I hope you always remember dancing in those spot lights, or shall I say headlights, to Ashanti’s “Oh Baby.” And walking out of the mall with tuxedos in hand, screaming, I mean singing, “…if you like pina coladas and dancing in the rain..” Any time you hear a Cher song I hope you think of me, tossing my hair over one shoulder, and doing my best impression.
I hope you always remember how much I used to, or do embarrass you. Like when I was little and I threw a fit about the lady paying with food stamps,
“She’s using Monopoly money!” your eyes were huge with surprise, or disbelief,
“No! No! She’s not! Be quiet!”
“Why are they letting her pay with Monopoly money! That’s not…” And you threw your hand over my mouth to muffle the rest of my words. I remember you even said sorry to her, and you’re not one to do anything like that.
I hope you remember all the fun we had when we would go camping. I remember when you pushed my head under the water to drown me, or as you kept saying, to teach me to swim under water. I remember every time we went tubing together! I’ve never been more scared, or more secure than when we got lost in the woods for hours.
I hope you remember how much I wanted to be you. Once I packed all of your clothes in your suit case, and I was going to run away. I was going to run away somewhere just to be you! That day you arrived home before I had expected you to, and I stashed your suitcase under your bed. You kept asking where your clothes where, I knew, I just wasn’t going to say. Do you remember what you said when you finally found your suitcase under your bed? “Where were you going, Mary?” I never answered. I’ll tell you now though, I was going away, away to be you.
I hope you remember every smile, every fight, every laugh, every joke, every tear, and every memory that you possibly can. Most of all I hope you remember the day you were pulled from your 5th grade lunch table, and were told that you were soon going to be my big sister. I will always remember the day I realized you were my best friend, because no one knows me quite like you do. Whether we are tough like leather, soft like lace, hardworking denim, or graceful silk, you taught me to be all that I am.