A couple of months ago hubby and I traveled to Michigan. It was a quick trip and a fun one. I had driven through Michigan before, but, we had never stopped there. I have to say I was surprised by the state. It is beautiful, and I can see why people love it there.
The best part of the trip (although several things were right up there to the top) was the time I got to spend with my sister.
I am the middle sister. Right now, I am perfectly in the middle, three years behind my oldest and three years ahead of my youngest. It happens for only a few months of the year, but for some reason, I love it when I know I am truly in the middle… no, it doesn’t take much to amuse me.
Anyhow, since I got married 42 years ago, I have not had much time with my older sister. It is just how it has worked out. Not exactly what either of us thought would happen, but it did. So, having an opportunity to spend some time with her was a wonderful gift.
I thought I would write this post immediately after having that time with her, and in fact, I did start this post several months ago. But, something happened and I just put it in with the drafts. I thought I wanted to capture immediately the emotion and the fun we had, before it waned in my memory and it lost it sparkle.
I was wrong. That time spent with her and her husband is etched forever in my heart. I have frequently gone back in my mind and relived those short hours with her. I can see her eyes shine while showing me her property, the deer stands that she feeds her deer at. I can hear her laughter as she talked. I can remember how much I loved being with her. It truly was a gift being there with her.
Sisters are a strange breed of family. They love fiercely and have a deep sense of loyalty. They argue, disagree and go toe to toe with one another. They can go for periods of time without talking, but when they finally have an opportunity, it is like time has no control and conversations continue, not begin again.
Such was the time with my sister. I long to have that in person conversation continue again. It was not long enough.
My younger sister has a milestone birthday in a few weeks. We are hoping to have time for the three of us again. I have thought of times when the three of us have been together. But, mostly what comes to mind is our marathon monopoly games we would have each summer. Those days-long games where we bent rules and broke rules and yelled at one another and gave each other deeds to help each other out. I usually was the one that quit several times and got mad several times. But, in thinking of those moments, I know that is what memories and families are made of.
So, to all of those out there who have siblings, I encourage you to talk with them, if you haven’t for a while. It is like an elixir to strengthen your heart. I know mine was touched and treated and as I hugged her and walked away, I was better for those precious moments we spent together. Thank you Dottie, I love you.
Thanks for stopping by today, Cathi (DAF)