Sister, Sister
Halo, hola, 玟邸羋祀肢, hej, and hello Internets! Usually, you can find me over at Somewhere In Between, but today, I was fortunate enough to be paired with the lovely Ams for the 20SB blog swap!
"I could never love any as I love my sisters!" I think Jo March was onto something when she uttered those infamous words in the movie, Little Women (based on my all time favorite book by Louisa May Alcott!). There is something so unique about the bond between sisters - an unshakable, untouchable affinity that, if you're lucky enough to have a sister, you experience for a lifetime.
Sure, we have our squabbles here and there (when you're competing for the attention of mom and dad...and sometimes, the same potential boyfriend!, there's sure to be some bickering along the way), but no matter what the situation, what mood I'm in, I've always got a friend, a confidant, a mirror, and a voice of reason in my corner (not to mention, twice the clothes in our communal closet!!).
I'm fortunate enough to have two younger sisters (and a sister-in-law!) who I've been through every imaginable walk of life with. There is nothing more reassuring than knowing you've got someone to shadow you through your darkest days, and your highest highs. The darker times seem a little brighter when you've got a sister to sing you a custom song on the spot to the tune of the Golden Girls' theme song (thanks, Lilo!), and the happiest days are just a little happier when you share a memory that makes you cry tears the size of raindrops at the pure hilarity of the situation (take your pick, Bell!).
I feared we would grow apart as we grew older, and time shifted us across the country, but my fears were unfounded, as we've only grown closer with each passing day. Though we constantly laugh at the new stages of life we find ourselves in, I always think back to my favorite memory of my sisters, and it takes me back to our Door Dancin' Days of our childhood. Our bedrooms were across the hall from each other, with Lilo and Bell in one room, and me in the other (after years of the three of us sharing one room...it was a slumber party every night!). We would wait for my parents to head upstairs and shut off all the lights - my sisters quietly pretending to be asleep in their respective bunk beds, and me, staying up to read just one or two more chapters (presumably in Little Women!) with my bedside as my companion. When we could no longer hear the creaks in the floor upstairs, it was our cue to point my bedside light toward the ceiling, and meet in the doorways. Within seconds, we'd be miming our best dance moves across the hall to each other, all the while trying to stifle our laughter. This nightly ritual was entirely ours. A ritual that we still burst into from time to time when we're all together. The exclusivity of our ritual created a sisterly secret society. One that, to this day, no one will ever be able to infiltrate.
