Life is Sweeter with a Sister

Indeed, this is true!

Earlier in the week, I received this lovely gift from my sister.

She also sent things to my rotten children (they’re not actually rotten — they’re a delight, but they look rotten when they open gifts from their auntie), which delighted them to no end. I knew she was sending the gifts to my kids, since she had asked my opinion on which items they might like the best.

I had no idea she was sending anything to me, though.

I have been having a horrible time lately. I just can’t shake myself out of this funk, no matter how many vows I make to myself, or how much I tell myself tomorrow will be better. It’s truly getting annoying.

When I opened the box this arrived in, along with a beautiful key chain, I cried. I honestly had no idea she was sending me anything, and I didn’t think a thing about it.

I have no problem with not receiving gifts and basking in the girls’ delight when they opened theirs.

But my sister sent me one anyway. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

She loves me.

Of course, I know she loves me every day.

But receiving this was a physical reminder. One I can hold in my hand every day. And it’s so bright and happy, isn’t it? :) ❤

It’s been several months since we have been able to get together. Car issues for both of us, and new jobs as well, combined with all the other life delights that pile up — money issues, schedules so full they almost burst, and horrid weather every time we consider making the almost-three-hour trip — has resulted in way too long between visits.

We shall remedy that soon, and in the meantime, I’ll hold my cup every morning (and afternoon and evening, but don’t tell my mom I drink that much coffee) and think of my sister.

A gift is so much more than the item you hold in your hand (or put on your keys), isn’t it?

My sister sent me love.

Love in a box.

Right when I needed it most.

Siblings cannot be replaced, nor can life be lived without them.