To my dear sister

Today I want to write something which really has nothing whatsoever to do with Jane Austen or any of the other subjects I usually write about here. Today I want to write about my sister.

 There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me. ~Mary Montagu

My sister Viktoria has been my constant friend and companion for 21 years, 7 months and 11 days, in other words since the day I was born. As all sisters do we spent our childhood playing together, and I will admit (because we were no saints) fighting, more than I care to remember! As we’ve grown up we’ve continued to share the closest of bonds, and I’ve come to realize how very fortunate and grateful I am to have a sister like you. I want to take this opportunity, since it IS your birthday, to say just how much I love you and how happy I am that you are my sister! I couldn’t wish for a better one! No one else knows me quite like you do, and thanks for all you’ve ever done for me. All the advice you’ve given me (even though I don’t always like all of it), all the times you’ve talked me through some kind of crisis, all the fun we’ve had together, those times we’ve laughed so hard we could hardly breathe. And in regards to this blog – all those pictures you’ve consented to help me out with, and all those period dramas we’ve watched together. After all, it is so much more fun when you watch it with someone and then afterwards go for long walks discussing the merits (or not) of the various characters, important issues such as was his sideburns too long, or where they just long enough? And didn’t he look good in his top hat and cravat? After all, those are very important topics of discussion

Me and my sister, years and years ago, in the very beginning of my Regency era obsession

between sisters! 😛 And I love the fact that I can always tell, if I read a book or see a film, which character is goign to be your favourite in it! You are quite predictable that way my dear… 😉

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers. ~Pam Brown

I could go on for a very long time writing about all the things I am grateful and all the things I love about you, but that’s not what I’m going to do. I just wanted to write this to say happy birthday (even though I am more than a little jealous that you will be going to see Les Misérables in London, without me!!), and so here goes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Viktoria, from that little sister of yours. 😀 😀

A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send with messages to Mum. But someone who needs you — who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.~ Pam Brown

 

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3 Responses to To my dear sister

  1. You two are awesome people! I’m so glad I know both of you! 😀 Happy birthday Viktoria! 😀

  2. Mr Anon says:

    BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN!! LIKE LIKE LIKE!!!

    I’M SURE THE LUCKY MAN WHO HAS THE HONOUR OF COURTING HER MUST BE A TRULY WONDERFUL GENTLEMAN….

  3. Aurora says:

    Aww thank you Justin!! 😀

    Mr Anon, of course! He’d have to be to possibly be worthy of her!

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