My Sister and I

"I just got to your house."

"I'm on my way from work.  Should I grab some Sbux?"

"Yes!"  

A short few minutes later, I was standing in my kitchen rinsing strawberries while my little sister was writing on tattered pages in a journal the ideas for her graduation speech in the next room.  Let me tell you, my heart swelled when she said to me, "I have to write it down on paper first.  I can't do the whole computer thing right away.  I need to feel the writing first."  

I had no idea she had the same beast in her which has resided in me for quite some time.  I often think we are very different, my sister and I.  But the more I spend quality time with her, the more I realize the driving parts of us are not divergent.  Yes, she is more cluttered and runs on the messier side than I and she makes me envious with her innate sense of laid back...but the attributes of us which make our souls beat are the same.  We are both passionate and creative and have the immediate sense of all in if we believe.   

It can be summed up in hearing her say, "I need to feel the writing first."  My sister and I.  We are rolling with the same rhythm more than not.  

When my she read aloud to me a few of her rough sketched paragraphs, tears came to my eyes.  She had weaved her words together in such a way emotions couldn't help but come flying to the surface. 

I had to walk away.  

I had to go back to the strawberries and other fluttering I was doing.  Because if I stopped, the enormity of the moment we were sharing would have surfaced.  Time is moving.  Fast.  We are growing up.  My sister and I.  

After awhile, I walked into the dining room from the garage after putting a bag of garbage out and knew I had to say something.  I always have to say something.  

"I'm proud of you."  

"For what?"  

"I'm proud that you are a real person.  One who can think and feel and knows who she is."  

"Amy.  You're weird.  But thank you."  

"I love you." 

"I love you too."