Sisters…

I love my sisters. All of them. Mandi, my baby sister, who could not possibly be more different from me – and yet if I don’t talk to her daily, I feel just a little bit off. My cousin Becky, my big sister. We grew up together, have seen each other thru everything and the person I think of when I hear the phrase “best friend.” My stepsisters, Aimee and Karen. We didn’t grow up together, I was so much older than they were, but as adults – we’ve found this closeness that I love and value more and more all the time.

And I can’t tell you how incredibly happy I am to have two daughters – to be able to give each of them a sister. For Jessie to have a baby sister, for Julie to have her big sister. Jess is in the tub, singing to herself, as is her habit. And I’m tired and touched out and ready to sit and have a tall glass of iced tea, and have nobody on my lap. Sam’s been asleep for a few hours again, and Julie has been nursing non-stop for the past three hours. I may exaggerate slightly, but it really does feel like she’s been nursing constantly.

So I went in to wash Jessie’s hair, and brought Julie’s bouncy seat. I plopped it on the floor in the door way to the bathroom and washed her hair. Then I went to go get towels for her, and realized that my two girls were perfectly happy together. Jessie is singing to Julie, and Julie is cooing back at her. They already have that bond – and I couldn’t be happier about it. Now I’m going to sit, sip my tea, and enjoy the silence 🙂