We’re heading out on a family vacation with my sister and her crew, and I could not be more excited. It’s the kind of trip that promises laughter, chaos, good food, shared memories—and maybe even a few late-night talks after the kids crash. Honestly, it’s going to feel like five Sunday dinners in a row, and I’m here for every minute of it.
As I was packing last night, I found myself thinking about how much my sister means to me. And not in the casual “she’s my sister, of course I love her” kind of way—but the deep, soul-level kind of gratitude that catches you off guard sometimes when you realize just how foundational someone is in your life.
Funny enough, one of the top search terms that brings people to my blog is “I love my sister.” I smile every time I see it—because yes, I really do. She’s my best friend. My rock. My steady voice of reason, and my go-to for a laugh or a gut-check when I need one.
She’s talented, hilarious, wise, fiercely loyal, and stronger than she even knows. I admire her deeply—not just for who she is, but for how she shows up in her life as a mom, a wife, a friend, and a sister. Watching her navigate it all with both grit and grace continues to inspire me.
I’ll never forget one of the most tender conversations we ever had. I had just found out I was pregnant with my second child. She was pregnant with her first and already knew she was having a boy. I mentioned we were hoping for a boy too, and she paused, looked at me, and said through tears, “But if you have a boy… then Danica won’t have what we have.” We both cried.
That moment lives in my heart. Because having a sister is a gift—one that shapes you for life. I see that now more than ever as I watch my own daughters grow up side by side, building their own bond. I know what’s ahead for them because I’ve lived it.
Last year, when I was deep in my Be Present Project and reevaluating what it means to live intentionally, my sister sent me a note that I’ve held close ever since. It was one of those reminders you don’t even realize you need until it shows up—timely, honest, and full of love:
“No matter how much time you spend with your kids and family, you will still have mommy guilt and think you should do more. Even though I stay home with my kids, I still feel that. I don’t think the feeling ever fully goes away. But what makes us great moms is that we care. That we’re striving. That we want to be better. That’s the difference. The moment we think we’ve figured it all out is the moment we stop growing. Your girls are incredible. They’re a reflection of how amazing you are. I love you so much and admire you more than you know.”
That’s my sister. Rooting for me. Reflecting truth back to me. Grounding me when I need it most.
So here’s my invitation to you: if you have a sister—by blood, by bond, or by choice—tell her what she means to you. Send the text. Make the call. Plan the trip. Say the words.
Because these relationships? They are the heartbeat of our lives.
And I love mine with all of mine.
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