My sister (she of the dormant blog…) is celebrating another trip around the sun today. As is my custom, I’m going to spend a little blog space celebrating her.
Auntie is someone who I would want as a friend, even if I weren’t related to her already. There is something about her that resonates with me; perhaps it’s the calm confidence that she radiates, or the wickedly sharp sense of humor, or the fact that she’s an amazing person to have around in a crisis.
Our relationship wasn’t always a good one. Our parents didn’t discourage sibling rivalry (and, in fact, did a number of things to foster it), so we didn’t really start to really see each other until we were well into our twenties. While I wish it were different – I’m sorry for the time I missed with her – I’m really grateful for the value we place on our relationship because of it. We understand, I think, how important our relationship is because it hasn’t always been important.
I wish that I could spend more time with my sister; our lives are both very busy and we live an hour apart. For all of that, though, I feel like my sister is a constant presence in my life, and I’m grateful for that.
I love you, love you, Auntie. I hope this year is your best ever.