Sisters

I haven't done very well at actually keeping a Gratitude Journal.

But I'll keep working on it.

But last night I realized one thing that I am always grateful for: Sisters.

I have two sisters.

One is 14, and while we don't always get along, I think it's because I remember the sweet baby she was and the toddler that would sit on my lap and give me hugs when my day was lousy. (There's a 12 year age difference.) And I just want her to stay that person and not get pulled into the attitude that as a teenager she has to know everything and top everyone.

The other is 22, just 4 years younger than me. We had our differences when we were younger, but as we got older we became really close. We even got married around the same time and we've taken trips together, as friends & sisters.

Last night I spent a good hour talking to my sister. We laughed and talked and laughed some more.

It reminded me that I need to spend more time talking to my sisters, just for no reason at all.

Because only sisters can understand how it feels to marry into a family that does things differently than your own.

Because only sisters can understand how crazy your own family really is.

And because only sisters can make you laugh so hard that you can't breathe, over a story about a cheese ball.