Jodi was my hero growing up. She was good to me even though I am sure I was annoying at times. We shared some rough family moments together and few people in my life really know what they were like. But Jodi was there sometimes. And she tried to make me feel better. She usually said things out loud that I was too scared to say. And I'd think about how brave she was. She had a layer of protection (opposite of Cinderella) called being a step-child. Didn't mean much to me, except I didn't see her as much as I wanted to. I always adored her and wished she could be around more. We'd take turns scratching backs before going to sleep. I learned to be a great back scratcher because of Jodi. Later in life, when talking as adults, we both learned how wrong we can be. How we can create stories about how the other side is better, when in reality it just wasn't. It's funny. I don't even talk to the father that made us step-sisters anymore. I haven't since I was 18. And my ties to Jodi and her brother Billy are less frequent than I would like. Geography being one big reason. They are extremely close to my heart though. They are absolutley my siblings, my family. They are both wonderful people with great, big hearts. I hope that now that we're all settling into our lives with spouses and children, that we can stay in better touch. That our children will know each other well and we can make it a point to gather every few years at least. I love you Jodi, and I'm coming apart at the seams with excitement for your new baby girl to come into this world. She will be a gem, just like her momma.
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