Of all the hats I wear, big sister is my favorite. In this capacity, I’ve learned to manage, delegate, rule, annoy and defend – all buzz words that will be immediately added to my résumé.
A few weekends ago, my sister gradated from high school. Read as: I used my last vacation day of the year to take my heart back to Payne County, Oklahoma.
Oklahoma: where everything moves a little slower (except the wind), the people are friendlier and my heart is fuller. I can travel the world, but my home will always be in Perkins. It's where my family is, you know? It's where I learned to drive on dirt roads, first kissed a boy and met my best friend.
It's where I learned to have high standards for the boys I brought home. How's that? By bringing home ones who didn't quite make the cut. Just ask my dad - he'll tell you about 'em.
The ones who broke my heart, didn't have a solid handshake, didn't walk up to the door, drove a muscle car, didn't have a good reputation...
When I finally brought home the right one, it was all worth it. And, yes, that's his best little brother impression.
Cheers to you, little sister. May you love college as much as I did and may you make the friends who stand by your side for all of life's curveballs. You're my favorite.