Sisters

Talking all day and into the evening. On and on. While we hiked and explored. In the car. In the coffee shop. Around the living room spa hour.

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So many selfies and pictures of us posing. I don’t know if it is an important thing to do, but life being full of swift transition makes it seem that we should document in this way. What if we don’t get this opportunity for a long time again.

And so we celebrate this way. It links us to each other somehow. We look like each other. It’s encouraging to see that we are valuable individually, living in our five different states… Valuable as a sister group to each other by meeting together. We get to compare, safely. And find out that we are unique, but normal. And honestly, kind of proud of each other.

I get to find out that my woman things: ideas, longings, opinions, and agonies are common things. We share context and history and memories and relatives. It even gets a little messy in all this talking, but it doesn’t change the facts that we’re sisters and we belong and we matter to ourselves and each other.