Charlotte and I had a conversation via e-mail today, like we do every day, and it reminded me how lucky I am to have a sister who is also my BFF.
Years ago this time of year we would get to play outside in the snow until after dark. We didn’t realize dark occurred sooner in the winter than in the summer. Mom would slide bread bags over our feet and secure them to our legs with rubber bands, then would help us into our snow suits and boots and send us out to the front yard to play.
Me and Charlotte
The street light on the corner would make the snow, which came up to our waists, shimmer like a million diamonds. We would dig tunnels and roll around until we saw Dad coming down the street, walking home from the bus stop after work. We’d greet him at the intersection and walk him home, where Mom had some kind of fabulous warm meal for all of us.
I was thinking today how great it is to have someone in your life who shares fifty years of life experiences with you. Charlotte and I have that. In the years since we frolicked in the snow after the sun set we’ve been through the usual sibling conflicts, but have grown to develop one of those sisterly relationships you see on a Hallmark movie. Ack! It sounds sappy, but I am eternally grateful for the gift of a sister who is also my friend.
Auntie B's Wax 