Best. Sister. Ever

I’m still having a hard time at work. My boss walked into my office yesterday and I flinched, like someone with PTSD. I’m afraid that everything I say or do will be misinterpreted and reported as more proof of my alleged incompetence. But then, yesterday afternoon, something arrived that turned my day around:

Flowers

My beautiful sister, Stacy, who has had to listen to me rant and rave for the last week sent me these flowers with a card that simply said “You Rock!” I had to keep from crying right there and then. What a difference it makes to have someone who believes in me. Stacy has always been my biggest supporter. She believes without a doubt that I am brilliant. I think this is sometimes at the expense of her own brilliance.

She was the first one I called when I found out I was pregnant and she helped relieve my anxiety by taking me shopping at a baby store. She is the one I share books with and shared an obsession with Twilight (okay, Robert Pattinson) with. We love Dirty Dancing, Grease and Strictly Ballroom. We’ve gone on numerous vacations together and I love taking her to new restaurants I’m excited about. Plus, she shares my obsessive love for my daughter, Lily.

My flowers have been admired a lot at work and I’ve been telling everyone that they are from my husband for our upcoming five year anniversary. It’s a little hard to explain to my co-workers that I’m having a tough time because a bratty subordinate is giving me shit.

But I’m glad I can use this space to say Thank you Stacy, you’re always there when I need you.