These are my “little sisters”. While most small children were asking Santa Clause for ponies, barbies, and ant farms, I was asking Santa to please bring me a sister. And at the age of five, my wish came true. Born the day after Christmas was my first sister Nicola. Three years later, Antonia joined our family too. While I missed out on some of the early years of mischief, and at times was the target for their mischief, these two women will forever be my cornerstone. They spied on my first kisses, they read my diary, they killed my fish, they were present at both births of my children, and they’ve been with me through this past year of divorce. We have been with eachother through everything; from tears of joy, to tears of deep pain, my sisters have helped me move through it all. I am beyond grateful for their unconditional love, for the laughter, for their push for me to be my fullest self. LOVE YOU!