My sister and I recently spent a Saturday together. A Saturday afternoon, a Saturday night, and a Sunday morning. I got a room in a motel, about 45 minutes from her, she met me, and stayed the night.
Her husband is working out of town these days and is gone all week. Her youngest is back in school, high school, with football, and all that entails. Her chores continued to pile up, more ferociously than they do through the work week when she dare to skip a weekend without tending them.
But this is important. We know it. Her husband, in his graciousness, knows it, even her teenage son who thinks that his mother’s only function in life is to see to his needs, somehow instinctively knew it, and let us be, and let us enjoy and enhance our connection. Sisters.
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