Sisters

I was walking around the neighborhood talking to my sister, Rebe, on the phone. I had to marvel at how awesome it is to have a sister. Someone who knows and understands you, your family, your growing up years. Someone who remembers the shirley temple drinks we coveted on family vacations, remembers the year we had to attend 3 different schools- and hated it as much as you, someone who you can laugh with dumb things about, and dream up exciting sister weekends with... all in one phone call. A sister, what a wonderful invention.