sisters

There's something about having a sister.  In my case I always knew I had a sister because we are so close in age.  We also shared a bedroom as we were growing up.  And that means we shared time, space and conversations in the dark.  We built one level doll houses on the floor of our closet by neatly arranging our doll furniture into "rooms".  We shared a dresser (three drawers down for Susan, three drawers down for me).  Half the closet was hers and half was mine.  There was a bar hook that marked the halfway point.  No clothes ever jumped the line either.  Our dad had two sisters, too.  Those two sisters were Aunt Ruth and Aunt Blanche.  I hope they were as close as my sister and I have been.  Both Ruth and Blanche are gone now.  They both passed away in the last couple of years.  So, that makes Susan and I the oldest aunts now.  Oh, did I say that?  Yes, I did.  But getting back to the sisters part, I'm very thankful I was given the BEST one ever.  The older sister protects the younger sister when they are children.  The younger sister looks out for the older sister when they are adults.  That seems to be how it goes.  Thanks, sis.