If you've interacted with me at all in the past month, you've probably heard at least twelve times that my little sister and her daughter were coming to stay with me for Thanksgiving.
Because FUN and EXCITING, RIGHT?!
There's something special about sisters. Yesterday, as I stood be-slippered and shivering at the end of my driveway watching Sandra drive off into the gray morning, I felt the burning pang of homesickness. Not for any place, but for my sisters. I love all my brothers, I have a great relationship with my parents and adore my dear friends, but my fondest and best memories are the times I spend with my sisters.
Amy, Sandra, Michelle? Any of you want to move to Utah? It's really cold here and sometimes the whole city smells like egg salad. C'mon! It's great!
But seriously, Sandy, thank you so much for coming. It was great to have you around. Can't wait to see you again! (We'll have to finish our Canasta game eventually, right?)