I love my sisters! One day I walked into my office on my way back from lunch and what do my eyes spy??? A bouquet of flowers in a gigantic margarita glass with a balloon that says I love you. My first thought was WTF?! Who did that?! And I saw it had orchids and lilies and I assumed it had to be someone who knows me well because those are two of my three favorite flowers. And as I approached I was like hmmm maybe it was Lily cause she left me at the bar hehehee.... And upon closer inspection it was from Sylvia. Shocked, surprised and teary eyed I had to read the card:
To have a loving relationship with a sister is not simply to have a buddy or a confidant -- It is to have a soulmate for life. - Victoria Secunda
Man if that isn't the truth. I have and have always had a great relationship with my sisters Lily and Sylvia. I am lucky and blessed because I do have a sister out there that none of us have a loving relationship with. I pity her because she is missing out on the company of two of the best women I will ever have the pleasure of knowing. We laugh together, we cry together and have grown up together. It's a damn shame that it took me going through a divorce to have the relationship with my sisters grow in strength. My one and only requisite in life now is to never become involved with someone that would jeopardize my relationship with my sisters. They have always been there and always will be until we die and even then nothing can destroy the bonds of sisterhood.
I had a rough Sunday morning once (more often than not), I was feeling like crap and I really did feel like dying. My heart hurt and I was feeling hatred for humanity, I didn't want to go to my friends wedding but I did and it made me mad, sad.....whatever. I just went and found Lily, buried my head into her shoulder and told her I didn't want to live. I told her I was having a hell of a time dealing with life and people. I told her I just wanted to crawl into bed and never wake up. I told her I was having problems again, I get these bouts of depression and I know my sisters are there for me. So I cried for a good while... even Jenn wanted to comfort me but I wasn't having it. It takes a sister that has been there since her first day of life to understand my complexities.
A sister is one who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.