Meeting My Sister, Whom I've Known for 31 Years

Sorry for my slow replies to comments lately; I've been out of town. I knew that I was spending part of Ellie's spring break visiting my sister in Michigan, so I scheduled a couple of posts in advance for last week. Love that Blogger feature!

Anyway, we're back home now, and I'm so exhausted that I'm about to fall over. I'll post pictures for Friday photo blogging this week, but in the meantime I just want to say how awesome it was to see my sister's house. Not just the house itself, but the stuff that was inside it.

My sister is cool. I'm more of a family-game-night-geek; she's more into her friends and her current life than the one we shared together growing up.

Or so I thought.

But in her house, I found so many more reminders of our shared history than I expected. So many more than I have in my own house. On the mantle were pictures of my children. On the dresser of the guestroom where we slept were pictures of my two sisters and me as young children and as young adults. On many of the walls throughout the house were prints she'd acquired as an adult picturing beautiful places we traveled together years ago. Various gifts I'd sent her over the years were prominently displayed and obviously well-used. A picture of Paul and me at my sister's wedding was tucked among my niece's toys in her playloft.

In some ways my sister and I are such different people. But in even more ways, we are so similar. And nothing can change our shared past. My sisters and I had such a good time this weekend. I feel a little like Sally Field at the Oscars.

How about you? Did you grow up with similarly-aged siblings? Are you close to them as adults? Do you recognize the homes they've created for themselves or do you wonder if one of you has been replaced by a clever impostor?