I’m thankful for the indomitable spirit of my sister Megan. My move to Texas would not have been possible without her. She has housed me, fed me, and most importantly made me laugh when I wanted to cry. She has been the voice of reason, the voice of maniacal laughter, and the voice of insanity.
Megan has called dozens of apartment people pretending to be me and asking questions I didn’t know to ask. She amazes me with her ability to be a full time mother while going back to school and working 30 hours a week. Some times I look at her and I’m exhausted by all she’s done and she’s just standing there smirking because of the temporary tattoo of a mustache on her finger that she holds up to her lip while saying, “Hmmm?”