A Pocket Full of...: Sisters

Recently I had a friend say to me...
I just love listening to you two.

Who? Us? Why?

Because I don't have a sister and it's fun to see how you two interact.

She was talking about my sister, Becky, and I exchanging casual banter.
I've been thinking about that comment for the past few days. Sisters. I know not every sister combination is like Becky and I, but wouldn't it be cool if most were? See, my sister and I are not just friends, we're best friends. I can be brutally honest with her and she with me. We will joke, laugh, cry, console, or not talk at all. Secrets don't exist between us and even hell couldn't keep us apart. That's our relationship. That's the only relationship that I've known with her. Sure we've had our ups and downs, but that's all they were. We, like most people should, just get over disputes.

This past Wednesday, I had a scare like I've never experience before. Becky was in a car accident, but at the time of receiving the phone call, I had no idea what condition she was in. And if she was ok I was then afraid that something would be wrong with her baby. I was afraid for her, for the baby. That's my sister. Nothing can be wrong with her. She is suppose to be perfectly fine. Period.

Praise to God that she and the baby are in perfect condition.

But, what is it with sisters? A sisters' bond is thick. More knotted together and closely woven. It's intertwined. There is an underlying connection between ourselves, our pasts, our presents, and our futures. We pick up where the other one drops off. We give and we take. And at the end of each day, we accept and respect eachothers differences.

Thank you, Christy, for helping me recognize my relationship with my sister.

Thank you, mom and dad, for creating me to be a sister.