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I've known her for a lifetime. She's always been there. Growing up together meant whispered secrets, screaming fights, writing notes, angry tears, planning surprises, working together, not working together, vacations, riding bikes, back yard fun, inside games, matching clothes (yep did that), cheering, learning, avoiding and loving.
Then I went away to college. A few years later she joined me there. Older, wiser, with more inner beauty than I remembered. Math homework in the hallways, Tuesday lunches, Sunday homework days with laundry always going, chili lunches watching football, missing home, discussing new and changing lives, my husband, her "guy friend" that she wasn't dating, precious yet routine time together.
She is the best encourager I know. Faithful prayer warrior. Always a note just when its needed. A gift left on the counter to be found after a long week. Sharing chocolate during evening visits when my baby didn't want to sleep.
Now she's living a few hours a way. No longer down the hall. Not even across town. I miss her. Thankfully she is only a phone call, email or text away. Yet not the same.
I am forever thankful that she is on this journey of life with me.
Closer than a friend, she is my sister.
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Amen, I agree.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like a sister! I have four of them!
ReplyDeleteThat's such a sweet description of Becca.
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