my sister, that is, when she was just a little itty bitty girl. I also remember her when she was 12 and the years in between itty bitty, 12, and now. And even though we’ve had our ups and downs, and lordy knows that those ‘downs’ can be stomach lurchers, I love her. What’s more, we hold a part of each others’ history within our own life tapestry. We’re woven into each others’ fabrics so to speak anyway.
Anywho. Essays could, and have been, written about my sister and my sister and me. But there’s some things that just cannot be explained in words but we try anyway.
For now, I just want to memorialize that today I am remembering my sister’s girl-hood and although I am glad that we are both here in our adult-hood instead of back then, that part of who I love now is who she was then.