You know something? Although I’ve suspected it for a long time, it’s been officially confirmed that I’m one of the luckiest girls in the world.
I have four younger sisters, so a quick count of the fingers (or the picture above) will tell you that my poor parents raised five girls, although for many years there were just four of us. Then, when I was eighteen, our youngest sister was born.
Although I have plenty of great childhood memories, it feels like we four older ones fought our way through our teens. Our mother will confirm that. Fortunately, now that we’re all grown up, we get along really well and the age gap between us and #5 has disappeared. Although a few of us live quite close we really don’t spend a lot of time together, never mind the ones who are farther away. Recently, we all agreed that it felt like time to start making an annual date to see each other for a few days.
Emails flew back and forth until we found a date that suited everyone, and it arrived before we knew it. Last Saturday the four of us who live in Ontario piled into Sister #3’s Civic and headed for #2’s home in Ohio. Even the two hour lineup at the border didn’t dampen our high spirits, and shortly after entering the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave we decided to make a quick stop for lunch at an interstate fast food place. On the way back to the car, food in hand, #3 told us of some ordering problems. She’d had difficulty getting a trainee to understand her request: “I’d like a cheeseburger with just ketchup and onions, please”. When she opened her burger she found exactly that, and the car rocked with our laughter.
When we finally arrived at Sister #2’s house several hours later the story was twice as funny in the re-telling.
From there on, our time together just got better. We shopped, we ate, we talked, and we laughed. We laughed hardest when my youngest sister regaled us with stories from her youth. That girl really did grow up in a different generation than me!
Although it’s hard to put my finger on any one reason why, our weekend together confirmed that we need to spend a few days in each others company at least once a year. Although each of us was ready to get home and resume our own schedule, I wouldn’t trade that time with my sisters for anything, and that’s what makes me so lucky. The sister who didn’t want to/ need to shop, did. The sister who finds it difficult to take exercise in the heat, went for a long, humid, walk with us anyhow. The one who finds it very, very difficult to sleep when away from home (me), didn’t care about being tired.
We started out the weekend close, and we ended it feeling even closer. Thanks for making new memories, girls, and thanks for making me feel so fortunate to be related to you.