On November 23, 1984, I met a girl who would become one of my best friends. Her name was Kristin Ann, but I wanted to call her Tustin, who was the boy who lived across the street from my aunt and uncle’s house.
Kristin was three years younger than me, an age gap that didn’t always bode so well for us while we were growing up. We fought a fair amount (although not as much as Kristin and our brother Kevin did!), and she always felt left out. I have these hilarious memories of her– I would get to stay up/out later than she did, and when my dad and I would drive down the driveway, Kristin would be waiting up for me, staring out the window. Dad would get mad because she was supposed to be asleep, but how funny and pathetic is that image? Little sister waiting up for big sister to come back home!
We shared a room from the time she was three until I graduated from high school. We have so many RIDICULOUS memories of this– from the way we would decorate our room (her half was Backstreet Boys and Spice Girls and Taylor Hanson posters; mine was devoted strictly to Zac Hanson), how it would get so messy that we’d get in BIG trouble with the parents, how we’d read by the “amber light” coming in through the window after our lights were off (it never occurred to us to turn the light back on at that age), playing Princess Pat while dangling upside down from our beds, and when we were older, having Kevin tantrum every night, “TURN THE LIGHT OFF!!!!”
Now that we are older, we get along GREAT! She is one of my favorite people– so loving and caring, so FUNNY, and my prayer warrior! She loves God and books and family time. Kristin is the one who will always instigate, “Let’s go around the table and say something nice about one another,” which has become a family tradition. Speaking of traditions, the girl holds to them like the world will end if we don’t do our EXACT ROUTINE every holiday. She is a delight, and I absolutely adore her.