A while back (in 2010, though it hardly seems possible that much time has passed) I wrote a post about sisters. It was about my daughters as sisters, my nieces as sisters, and about me and my sister.
Tomorrow is my smart, funny, beautiful sister’s birthday, and I’ve been thinking of her all day. I pretty much said all I needed to in that earlier post, but I want to add that the years since I wrote that post haven’t exactly been easy ones. It is a sign of my sister’s grace that she came through these past few difficult years of loss and and reflection with that grace intact; with her humour and spirit and twinkle.
She wears a lot of hats – wife, (step)mother, teacher, caregiver, friend. The people in her life are lucky to have her, and to share their lives with her. She has always been a touchstone for me; a quiet rock of strength, and a motherlode of silliness. I love her very much.
I am blessed with siblings who I can easily look up to; they are genuinely nice people, and I am so very glad that we have one another.
Go forth, and hug your sister today. I love you, Sis. Consider yourself hugged by me. Hope you have a Happy Birthday tomorrow, and we will see you in the Spring.