Sisters
Generally when a person wants to find the definition of a word they ask Webster, whoever he is. He defines a sister as “a woman or girl as she is related to the other children of her parents.” Okay……..whatever. I guess Webster just isn’t a very touchy, feely kind of guy. Personally I like Barbara Alpert’s definition better, whoever she is. She said “a sister is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child".
Reading this quote transported me back in time to the days when my sisters and I lived under the same roof. There were certainly those days when I wondered what inspired my parents to go on to have two more daughters after I was born. Surely I was enough!! Those were usually the days when I would see Stef’s friends sporting my favorite shoes or sweater in the halls of our high school after she had borrowed them and conveniently “forgot” them in her gym locker. Or there were the days when I would run masking tape down the center of our bedroom and clean my half only to have my sweet sister toss her things over to my side of the tape simply to irritate me.
But mostly my memories of my sisters are the kind that bring a smile to my lips, a tear to my eye and a warmth in my heart that would melt the coldest of winter days. I think of the times we would curl up as tight as we could and shove ourselves into the inside of a discarded tractor tire behind our big red barn and tell each other the secrets you only share with those closest to your heart. Or the times I felt brave and important as Laurie crawled in bed with me in the middle of the night because she had another bad dream. The time Stef saved me from social ridicule and utter ruin, after a particularly ugly perm, by waking me at 5 am and asking if she could braid my ridiculous fro because she discovered I was going to be kidnapped by a group of friends for breakfast that morning.
Through the years my sisters and I have shared many things. We have shared tears when life was cruel and unfair. We have shared frustrations and heartaches. We have shared many, many laughs, often to be rewarded with disapproving looks or a shower of milk spewing from someone’s nose from across the dinner table. We’ve shared toys, bedrooms, dreams, clothes, friends, crushes and most importantly, that Bo and Luke Duke poster that we would kiss each night before dropping with a wishful sigh into our beds.
Now, years later, my sisters are still my dearest friends. We live hundreds of miles apart, from the shores of the Pacific Ocean to the Utah Mountains and on Down to the Arizona Desert. We have differing hobbies, political views, life experiences and family lives but one thing remains a constant, our bond of sisterhood.
This blog will introduce the world to the stories we have to tell but it’s main purpose is purely selfish on our part. It’s main purpose is to keep us as close as we were back when our yellow bunk beds were crammed so tightly into one bedroom that we could easily step from one smiley face mattress to the other. I like to consider this blog just another pajama jammy jam where, though separated by distance, my sisters and I can continue to share our lives with each other and anyone else out there in the vast expanse that is the Internet. So grab a cup of cocoa and your pillow, there is bound to be some tears, laughter and maybe even a friendly pillow fight or two!!!
Reading this quote transported me back in time to the days when my sisters and I lived under the same roof. There were certainly those days when I wondered what inspired my parents to go on to have two more daughters after I was born. Surely I was enough!! Those were usually the days when I would see Stef’s friends sporting my favorite shoes or sweater in the halls of our high school after she had borrowed them and conveniently “forgot” them in her gym locker. Or there were the days when I would run masking tape down the center of our bedroom and clean my half only to have my sweet sister toss her things over to my side of the tape simply to irritate me.
But mostly my memories of my sisters are the kind that bring a smile to my lips, a tear to my eye and a warmth in my heart that would melt the coldest of winter days. I think of the times we would curl up as tight as we could and shove ourselves into the inside of a discarded tractor tire behind our big red barn and tell each other the secrets you only share with those closest to your heart. Or the times I felt brave and important as Laurie crawled in bed with me in the middle of the night because she had another bad dream. The time Stef saved me from social ridicule and utter ruin, after a particularly ugly perm, by waking me at 5 am and asking if she could braid my ridiculous fro because she discovered I was going to be kidnapped by a group of friends for breakfast that morning.
Through the years my sisters and I have shared many things. We have shared tears when life was cruel and unfair. We have shared frustrations and heartaches. We have shared many, many laughs, often to be rewarded with disapproving looks or a shower of milk spewing from someone’s nose from across the dinner table. We’ve shared toys, bedrooms, dreams, clothes, friends, crushes and most importantly, that Bo and Luke Duke poster that we would kiss each night before dropping with a wishful sigh into our beds.
Now, years later, my sisters are still my dearest friends. We live hundreds of miles apart, from the shores of the Pacific Ocean to the Utah Mountains and on Down to the Arizona Desert. We have differing hobbies, political views, life experiences and family lives but one thing remains a constant, our bond of sisterhood.
This blog will introduce the world to the stories we have to tell but it’s main purpose is purely selfish on our part. It’s main purpose is to keep us as close as we were back when our yellow bunk beds were crammed so tightly into one bedroom that we could easily step from one smiley face mattress to the other. I like to consider this blog just another pajama jammy jam where, though separated by distance, my sisters and I can continue to share our lives with each other and anyone else out there in the vast expanse that is the Internet. So grab a cup of cocoa and your pillow, there is bound to be some tears, laughter and maybe even a friendly pillow fight or two!!!
