“When I say I won’t tell anyone, my sister doesn’t count.” -someecards.com
I love summer for the same reasons that everyone loves summer. I love the no-alarm- clock mornings, and the way-too-late-but-still-awake evenings. I love the breakfasts for dinner (because why not?) and cold pizza for breakfast (why not again?). I love that there is a time of year when everyone feels just a little bit younger, and tend (therefore) to bend and loosen the rules we usually place around our lives so snugly. Summer is a time not only to relax, but relive a little bit of all those memories that taught us why summer was so great in the first place.
Summer used to be a time for scraped knees, swimming, and sunburns. As I grew up, it was a time of friends, fireflies, and firsts. More recently, as the circle continues to spin, it is a time of swim-shorts and little belly bikinis, goggles that only come in too-tight or too-loose sizes, and birthday parties galore. While all of these things are true … when I think summer, the first thing I think of is my sister.
Living about six states away, depending on the route, my big sister is entirely too far away most of the time. Growing up, I did not anticipate that we would have “seasons,” but for better or worse, we do – and summer is our season. Early in June, either she comes here or I go there, and we bring our entourage of little self-reflections. Still, the greatest reflection, the closest to my own, is that of my sister. We don’t do anything special, and that is entirely what makes it so. Because my sister listens to me the way no one else ever possibly could. She listens with history of who I was then, and who I am now. She hears both what I say, and what I leave out. She can decipher the subtle cadences of my sarcasm or my sincerity.
With her I do not have to try at all. I can just be.
Do you know what a relief it is to have someone like that? Like her? I wish her for all of you, but selfishly I would give not an ounce of her away. I covet my time so much so that I rarely even answer my phone when she is here. Who could I possibly have time to talk to when we are so busy doing nothing at all? We eat too much, share too much, laugh too much, don’t sleep enough, and all is as it should be in the world … when I’ve got her here to take care of bringing my spirit back to where it needs to be – beside hers.
P.S. We were both in this picture, but she looked better than me … so yeah, I did what any logical sister would do and cut myself out!
Go love your sister, biological or gifted to you from the world.