Ryan and I sat at the table, lost in conversation and coffee, and when I looked across to check on the girls, I saw this:
They, too, were lost in conversation and friendship. Eyes glowing, giggles, who knows what being shared in whispers and confidence.
It made my heart smile to see their absolute joy in one another.
I uploaded photos today and right after the pictures of my girls caught my eye, I saw this one:
A quick visit, and I laughed because we matched so well. (It’s been almost 16 years since we shared a closet, but we still manage to show up wearing the same thing.) We were the two heads bent over a funny secret, and wasn’t it just yesterday? We cried and daydreamed and argued and learned to share together. We watched each other grow and began to understand what compassion and empathy meant, how to value and appreciate differences and giftings.
I remember being asked, “Do you always get along?” And we were a bit perplexed. We were born to be friends. If a difference or offense got in the way, we dealt with that. Our friendship was non-negotiable.
We all see each other less and less, as our families and lives grow, and sometimes I just wish for our childhood bedroom full of double beds and dolls. But in its place we have something far better and deeper, and I am so incredibly grateful for the women who are all my friend and so much more.
The seventh sister was waiting in the wings. And yes, I am blessed x6. I love my big family.