My sister will laugh when she sees this post. Just this weekend when we took our 2nd annual sister road trip to Cannon Beach, I mentioned how I was over all the gratitude posts everyone was posting on Facebook. It’s not that I don’t like the concept. It is lovely – expressing your gratitude for your friends and family. It’s sweet and we don’t say those things often enough. “I’m just not planning on jumping on that Facebook status bandwagon,” I told her. And yet here I sit at my computer, wanting to write about our weekend road trip and all I feel like writing is an expression of my gratitude for her presence in my life. The Universe has a funny sense of humor. To hell with my plans to resist the trend.
I am grateful for my sister. I am grateful for how we still belt it out to 80s tunes and pop music like when we were kids. I love how easy it is to talk to her and how she listens. She listened for hours as I gushed about the new love of my life and I never once saw a hint of annoyance or exhaustion with the topic. She was receptive and all ears.
I love how she loves up the kale salad I bring as my contribution for road trip lunch. We laugh at how impractical it is, but revel in its deliciousness as we eat it together in a parking lot on the side of the road. She eats every bite and calls it “The Road Trip Lunch of Champions.”
I am grateful for how we laugh together, cracking up to the point of belly aches. Rachel hit the nail on the head when she said, “Isn’t it weird how being on the beach just makes you want to run, waving your arms and screaming, like a kid?” We totally did that. And of course, so that we could watch it later and bust up laughing again, she got that goofiness on film. Our kind of silly cannot be contained.
I am thankful to be able to call my sister my best friend and I was grateful to have this bonding time together. This weekend away was just what the doctor ordered. If my students noticed a little bit more pep in my step on Monday, they noticed right. I ended the weekend with a full cup and a grateful state of mind. Spending time with a sister like mine will do that.
*All of the pictures in this post were taken by my sister, Rachel Mae…except the one I took of my feet. But I’m sure you probably guessed that.