When I was growing up, Tim was five years older than me, Jeff was four years older than me, and Tif was three years younger. Like most kids, I always wanted to be "older" than I was, so I found myself gravitating towards my brothers as I got into middle and high school. Tif and I had fun when it was just the two of us at home, driving to school in our crummy van; however, we were not nearly as close as we are now.
As adults, Tif and I have formed a close relationship, so I relish the idea of her visiting once a year more than anything.
To explain what Tif and I enjoyed doing last weekend is difficult. We laughed alot and chatted alot, but most of it seems silly out of context. Yet, here I will attempt to explain a few.
* Tif enjoyed taunting me with her poison ivy infected checkerboard looking arm that she was constantly bandaging and rebandaging to help avoid the spread of the ivy. She did her best to infect us all by leaving the old blue towel that she was wiping her arm with in the bathroom. Andrew confessed: "I've been wiping my hands on that all weekend." GREAT!
* We giggled like little girls when we were watching TV on Friday night. There was a threat of a thunderstorm, so one TV channel was putting a visual warning in what was supposed to be the corner of the TV. (The cloud looked kind of like the one below.)
As we watched that evening, the cloud began moving from the top corner to what was almost the middle of the screen. We would laugh hysterically as TV characters seems to have a "dark cloud following them" or were running from the threatening storm. (You really had to be there to truly understand the hilarity.)* We savored so many good treats together on Saturday that neither of us had the energy to share an evening drink together. Chex Mix, Culver's custard, brownies and more created too much for us to handle.
More than anything, I just liked being with my sister. I like just being in the same living room together like when we were kids. Living so far away doesn't allow us to see each other that often. We talk on the phone a few times a week, but there is something special about being face to face with each other. I can better appreciate what a great person and mom she really is.
Truly, I am just so grateful to have an awesome sister that I can call my best friend, too.
1 comment:
I loved the lightning chasing people. That alone was laugh therapy! It really, really, really was great to spend time with you. It's not fair that in the years we've realized how much we like each other that we live so darn far away. Actually, I always knew I liked you, I just didn't like that you could efficiently beat me up. :) miss you, and so glad I came up!
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