I just returned from a week-long trip to visit family out West. Minus some road trip food poisoning and a summer cold swooping in at the tail end of the trip, it was a perfect trip. I see my parents and siblings only once or twice a year so the occasion rings of warm rekindling and extra fervent loving. Every late night conversation, stolen hug, and witty tease means so much more because I know, I know, that these are the only moments we’ll have for months to come. This trip was extra special as one of my older sisters, Shirsti, and I are both expecting, she a girl and me another boy — and due only two weeks apart in November. Can you believe that? We have experienced our pregnancies in tandem via texting and apps, but is there really a replacement for seeing someone you love in the flesh?
Do you have a sister — or lucky you — even more than one sister? Do you think your life would have been different had you not had sisters? (Or had sisters?) I am so lucky to have three exceptional sisters by blood, and three sister-in-laws by love. They enrich and beautify my life. (And make me laugh harder than anybody else in the world.)