Sisters are SOOO overrated . . .

That used to be my frame of mind anyway.  My sister and I have never been in the same time in life.  She's years younger than I am and so I felt cheated when I couldn't call her up to discuss marriage, work or babies.  She moved to Boston shortly after she graduated from college, met the love of her life and got married . . . just after I had given birth to my FOURTH child.  Now there were miles and miles that would keep us from double dates, play dates at the park with our little ones and late night drives just to "talk."  I felt cheated.  "Sisters are overrated," I would tell those that were mourning the fact that they didn't have a sister.  

I'm not sure what changed all of that for me.  Maybe it was holding Becky's newborn up close and snuggling into her neck for the first time.  Maybe it was spending time in Becky's home and seeing the amazing mother and wife she has become.  It could be the discovery of "video chat" that has allowed us those late night talks I was yearning for.  It may be knowing that there is someone on the other side of the country that just "gets me."  She knows my weaknesses, my talents, my past and my present.  She loves me and accepts me just the way I am . . . even knowing all she does.

Becky's coming to town today.  I think I'll share a bit of chocolate with her and talk late into the night about everything, and nothing at all . . .