Sisterly Bonding

Alice and Angela scampered off to their playroom one night after dinner.  I looked at John and asked, "We're screwed, aren't we?"

Knowing exactly where my question was going, he replied, "Oh, yeah.  One will lie and the other one will swear to it."

Since Alice has been on vacation, she and Angela have really bonded.  Sure they have their typical arguments.  No toy is as much fun as the one that a sibling has in her hand.  But, more often than not, I catch little moments of love which just take my breath away- the hugs, the sleepy cuddles on the couch while watching a movie, the laughter during tea parties.  I see how they look out for each other at the Tot Drop in the Y and at the local parks.  Each instance dusts the haziness from childhood memories of my own and restores them into Technicolor. 
  
When I see them playing with their dolls together, I recall the hours my sister and I spent in the basement playroom playing Barbies together.  Even when Megan got too old for dolls, she would always spend some time playing with me. I remember all the little games we played from made up ones to board games. 

An outdoor concert with Alice brought back all the summer evenings in the yard playing Frisbee together and catching fireflies.  Swimming in the pool with the girls this week made me think about times at Stonybrook and my aunt's house.  We would be in the water until we pruned.  At the beach we would body surf until the waves became way too rough; we would leave the waves only to dig in the sand for sand crabs and other treasures (the ice cream truck was also good incentive to get out the water).

It is funny how all that play helps create not only fond memories but an unshakable bond.  When I look at the girls, I always send up a little prayer that their relationship will be close like mine is with Megan.  There is something to be said for knowing someone is in your corner to back you up whenever necessary.

Sisters rock!