Seester...

It’s what we call each other.
She was two when I met her.
When I was five someone wrote the word "help" on our bedroom wall...she blamed me.
When I was ten we were supposed to be sleeping but instead we were giggling in bed...making falsies out of socks...we got in trouble.
In our teens we were like night and day...complete opposites.
She liked Led Zepplin...I liked Donny Osmond.
She was daring...beautiful...and carefree.
She back packed Europe right after graduating high school.

In our 20’s we both moved away.
We always had that family bond and love for one another but our interests were not the same.

In our 40’s we grew closer.
We had something in common…Menopause!
We started hanging out.
We would take road trips to visit the kids at College.

These road trips always ended up with us laughing...tears running down our cheeks…the kind of laughter that makes it difficult to see when you’re driving.
We would make up skits, or stories, or songs…we swore Saturday Night Live would want us as writers.

Our skits went something like this:

The “Scratch and Sniff Map,” (locate the area you are in by the smell, i.e., garbage dump, orange trees, paper mill, etc.).

The “Bean Family” (Aunt wax bean was from California, cousin Navy bean was in the Navy, Uncle String Bean, he was way too thin)…it went on and on for every type of bean imaginable.

On one of our trips I warned her about the speed limit. She said, “Don’t you know that it is implied that if the speed limit is 65 that you can go 75.” Well that prompted a whole new skit starting with the phrase “But officer…don’t you know that it is implied…”

We went on to use the word implied in various situations when pulled over…like, “But Officer…don’t you know that it is implied that if you can see over the steering wheel you can drive”…or

“But Officer…don’t you know that it is implied that if I don’t roll my window down I don’t want to talk to you.”

The best part is…we get into character…even talking in different accents.

Sometimes we sing…we made up a song once about Silo’s. That went on for over an hour.

Our youth may have passed by too quickly…with faded memories here and there…but now that we’re older I am appreciating and understanding her more than I ever have before. I look forward to my time with her and know that I can always find laughter wherever she is. When I think of her I think of her smile…it’s dependable…it’s predictable…it’s reassuring and it’s full of love. Happy Birthday to my “Seester”…Thank you for all of the laughter!

Happy Wonderful Wednesday – No Complaints! Laughter, love, family, friends…it matters and it Makes a Difference!