Sisters Are Special

If you have one or two or three or more, you already know this. If not, listen up. Sisters are special. I am doubly blessed in that department. One from birth, and one from marriage.

My sister and I spent Wednesday afternoon together. We planned to go shopping at the outlets, then over to Frankenmuth for supper. This is nothing unusual when I come home, it's one of our two favorite places to be. And honestly, has anyone ever had a better chicken dinner than Zenders or the Bavarian Inn?

Anyway, only a really great sister would take time off from work that she didn't have, rearrange her children's after school schedule and find rides & cash for their extra curricular activities just to squeeze in a few hours between that and a 7:00 meeting at church to go shoe shopping with a preschooler and an infant.

Not only that, as she pulled in the driveway to load up the car, the sky opened up and it began to pour. The drive up went quickly and after finding the right driveway for a 7-11, we got Slurpees and hit the shops at a less than break neck speed. It was still pouring, but it didn't matter.

In the end, we ran out of time for supper and had to only think about it all the while being stuck behind a pick up truck doing 48 mph through the hills and no passing zones on the back roads trying to make it home in time for her to get to church on time. It was still pouring rain, the colors on the trees had turned to rainbow drip, and the steady stream of laughter had turned to more productive conversation, such as, "I can only go as fast as the car in front of me." It was more of a chant, really.

The afternoon was over as quick as it started.

The following day started out sunnier. My newer sister came over as soon as she found out school was cancelled (no electricity) and the kids instantly began playing together. We decided a quick trip to town was in order and maybe some lunch, so we started out the day by viewing her and my brother's newly renovated house, then heading to town for some fabric shopping. She helped me pick out a perfect fall pattern for a new apron before looking next door for second hand kid clothes. We went to lunch. It was quiet and peaceful and we talked about nothing important while sipping some sugary drink we don't allow our kids to injest, yet it was a completely relevant topic of conversation to life as we know it now.

Once again, the afternoon was over as quick as it started.

But I was reminded twice in two days how absolutely wonderful it is to be a sister, no matter how many miles may separate us the other 355 days of the year.