Sisters, sisters, there were never more devoted sisters ...
(If you recognize the words to that song you are dating yourself -- and you like musicals!)
Sisters ... I have two of them and this weekend is going to be all about sisters. Youngest sister and I are heading out of town to see our far-away sister to celebrate her birthday. February 9th is a big birthday date in our family. I had Kidlet, youngest sister had a son, and my mom had far away sister - all on February 9. So because youngest sister and I are usually preoccupied with our children's birthdays, we don't often get an opportunity to celebrate far away sister's birthday with her. This year will be different.
Youngest sister and I will have some good talk time in the four hour car ride over to our nation's capital. And if I am really lucky, I'll get a dose of the white stuff -- we haven't had much to speak of.
So - far away sister, here we come! You can look at youngest sister and bemoan the loss of your youth and then you can look at me and be comforted that you still have a ways to go . ; )
You'll always be younger ... and older. But that is the blessing and curse of being the middle sister.
Sisters ... there's nothing quite as special as the relationship I have with my sisters -- and for that, I am so very grateful.