Sis-tah time!

Tonight I leave straight from work and drive 2+ hours to go and visit my sister inSt. Catharinesand I CAN’T WAIT!!

 

We haven’t seen one another in quite some time, months in fact.  She is expecting her first baby and she and her belly and her dog are alone for the weekend as her hubs is away. We plan on eating brownies and kraft dinner and anything else junkie that strikes our fancy, talking and talking and talking for hours, rubbing her belly (I will be doing that, she can do it pretty much whenever she wants) and catching up.

 

I love my sister. Well, I love all my sisters, but in light of going to visit this one, I really love her. 

As kids, we had a weird relationship.  When I say weird, I mean weird as in I have no idea why she still even likes me at all.  I was terrible to her. She is six years younger than me and I picked on her like crazy and was very bossy. When I played with her, it was always on my terms and whatever I wanted to play. I used to punch her in the side of the leg and yell “Charlie horse” to her all the time.  I would buy candy and eat it right in front of her and not share it and if she had any, I would tell her it was law to give some to me or she might go to jail.

Together we pulled pranks on our other siblings and our parents. She has a wicked and amazing sense of humour, one that she has honed into an incredible personality trait and uses to make me laugh constantly.

By the time we were a little bit older, I would run the fun and games at her birthday parties, bake cookies with her, make outrageous Halloween costumes for her and share with her all of my teenaged wisdom (which, yes, was probably not so much wisdom as it was gossip I heard around school and tid bits of information geared to shock her). 

When I was 17 and pregnant with my son, we shared a room.  We had a bunk bed and she slept on the top and I was on the bottom. I used to talk to her at night while feeling my son kick me and she would sometimes climb down from her bed to touch my belly.

As a pregnant teenager, I didn’t have a whole lot of friends left.  She was my friend. 

 

Over the years we have just gotten closer and closer. We talk when we have time but it’s always as if we just left off a conversation and were just picking it up again. I don’t think we’ve ever had a fight that lasted more than a few hours. 

 

So now, I am running away to her house for the weekend, eager to watch mushy chick flicks while curled up on her couch. 24 hours of solid sister time, and I honestly can’t wait. 

I love you, Ro!!