

Apparently, we spent a lot of time posing for pictures with my mother!

I think we had a pretty typical older sister-younger sister childhood, a mix of harmony and
discord and sometimes just plain disinterest. A few years after I left home for college, Marce spent a year in Sweden as an exchange student. We never lived at home together again.
But as we grew older, we found that life events, like graduations, brought us together.

There were times when we didn't live near each other; and a few years when we weren't even on the same continent! But we managed to spend time together even then.
The Brandenburg Gate was off limits in the Western Sector of the city.
Gradually, our family grew with the addition of Marce's son, Drew, and my daughter, Emily, and then Marce's marriage to Jack, and Drew's marriage to Ericka.

So we did things together as a family.
Now that our children are grown, we have more adult time....



But no matter where we are, together or apart, I know I can count on my sister for solace when I am sad, for honest (and tactful ;->) critiques of my cooking and baking and quilting, for a hug when I need one, for the word I've lost when I'm trying to tell one of my endless stories (and the patience to listen to them with all the digressions,) for wise counsel on almost anything, for great jewelry (notice our necklaces she made,) for reminders of our shared histories, for laughter and witty banter whenever we are together (or Skyping or talking on the phone or even texting.)
So Happy Birthday, Marce! I hope we are able to celebrate many more of life's occasions together. When you were born, I truly did hit the Sister Jackpot!
Every day with you I'm reminded of what unconditional love is. Mom wanted nothing more than that we be friends. She got that and more. Thanks for always being there. I love you, big sis!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a love post. I always wanted a sister and it seems you the two of you were lucky in each other. Love the photos!
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