Wednesday, November 27, 2013

My Sister

Day 70: Nov. 26, 2013

When I was little, I slept in my sister's bed one Christmas eve. She was older, no longer in the Santa believing years, but she was all in, pretending to hear the sleigh bells, pretending to wonder what Santa would bring, and when he would come that night. I actually did hear the sleigh bells and I'm pretty sure I saw Santa darting around in the sky. Santa was as real as he would ever be for me that Christmas.

Until I was in the fourth grade, I had my sister at home with me. Her room was right next to mine. She was the person I looked up to with utter wonder and amazement, and loved more than anybody. I was sad when she left for college, and when she came back to visit, It was like the world fell away and left her and me there listening to music in her room: Cat Stevens, James Taylor, Van Morrison, Elton John, Billy Joel, and the Jackson Five.  I can't hear any of these artists without being transported to her bedroom, sitting on her bed watching her get ready to go out with her friends.

When you love someone, it doesn't matter how far away they are. You think about them all of the time, wonder about their day, their family, their friends. You hope they are happy. And you know that when you will see them again, seeing them will fill you with all of the history of your lives together and with the surprise of their growth and how their experiences have changed them. I can't wait to see my sister again, and her husband and her little boy. Just writing this makes me feel them in the room.

Coffee: One frantic coffee in the car.

Cups and Bags Challenge: We're at $95 again today. If you use a reusable cup, send me an email ( or a text or a FB message and I'll send a dollar to Bring Recycling!


(not sure where the missing eye went.)

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