Monday, August 1, 2011

Day 213, August 1

Yesterday was my birthday. It was one of those big birthdays, the kind with a zero on the end. I took it in my usual calm way and told people I was 29. When those knowing that I have three children older than that asked how that was possible, I explained that it was the new math. They nodded, a pitying look in their eyes and ascribed it to my advancing years.
My family and friends remembered me with cards and gifts. The greatest gift of all took me completely by surprise: my sister, Carla, flew out to be with me for the week.
I've mentioned my sister in earlier posts. She is my best friend, the other part of me, the best part of me. Those of you who have sisters know what I'm talking about. Sisters help us remember who we were, who we are, who we hope to be.
I'm fortunate to have other sisters in my friends. They make me laugh. They dry my tears. They share their problems with me and listen while I share mine with them. They are sisters of my heart.
So, for today, I am grateful for surprises. It goes without saying that I am always grateful for sisters.

1 comment:

  1. Billy read this post over my shoulder, and guessed, "She's. . . 40?"

    Happy birthday!

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