Someone said to me yesterday that I'm lucky I have a sister, and you know what? I am! Sure, in my youth I was mean to her (very mean). I teased, I taunted, and even ignored her. However mean I was to her, she was willing to play any game I wanted when I needed a playmate.
Once I grew up and we both had children of our own our sisterhood turned into friendship. Our mother died in 1998 and since that time we have been sisters, friends and substitute mothers for each other. We talk daily sometimes multi-daily about the silliest of stuff.
My sister is a better cook and a better gardener than me. She sews amazing things and is generous with her time and talents. Whenever I'm demanding she still lets me have my way (sometimes). We love to knit. She loves animals and has a little zoo in her house: birds, a fish, a guinea pig and two! dogs.
I enjoyed our visit together and can't wait until the next visit. However I hope the next visit has less excitement, you see the dog on the left, Rowan, discovered my bag of purchases and ate two bars of dark chocolate while we ate dinner on Saturday night. Keep in mind he ignored all the fancy lentils, and green tea boxes I loaded up on. He went straight for the good stuff. You can guess what happened next. Yup, a trip to the emergency room for some inducing. He's fine and we are thankful for that. The dog on the right is Avery, she is a golden doodle about 13 weeks old. I babysat her while the hoopla was going on, I like to think we bonded during those hours.