My sister Sheridan had a security blanket when we were little. Blankie was never very far away. I never had a blankie. I didn't need one. Sheridan was my security blanket. She was only 16 months old when I was born, so she has been just a little bit ahead of me on pretty much everything. That might have been frustrating at times but overall it was an ideal situation for me. Sheridan paved the way at school. She was smart and did really well on everything so teachers assumed that I would be the same way. Sheridan paved the way with friends, church, our parents, you name it. She let me tag along with her age group at camp and on vacation so I wouldn't have to be alone.
One of my favorite times was visiting Sheridan at college her freshman year. She tried to explain e-mail to me. And we took a train to Chicago for the day. As we were rushing to get the last train back to her college that night, some sailors asked us for directions. I stopped to try to explain that I didn't know where we were either but Sheridan pulled on my arm to keep me moving. "They don't really want directions," she said.
I always have fun with my sister. From performing musical numbers in the sprinkers to pretending to be Apple Blossom royalty to hanging out in Denver and a million other things in between.
I know exactly how lucky I am to be Sheridan's sister.
