A sister’s arms

October 17, 2011 § 1 Comment

Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister.  ~Alice Walker


A special kind of double

October 12, 2011 § 2 Comments

A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double.  ~Toni Morrison

At the top of my list

September 22, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

I can’t think of many other things that can compete with the wonderful-ness of little girls.  Giggles over nothing and everything.  Lots of twirling.  Outfit changes all day long.  Hugs and kisses and tickles at any time of the day.  Polished fingers and toes.  It’s lovely.  Just like you.

Finding love in the country

August 8, 2011 § 1 Comment

Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.  ~Author Unknown

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

On our way to Hood River last week to pick blueberries and camp under the stars, we stopped at Becca’s house for a visit.  One of the reasons why I love her new place in the “country” so much is that it forces you to go outside and play in the grass.  Her space practically requires you to explore and discover all of the many nooks and crannies behind trees and stumps and dirt piles.  At the end of the day a dusty face and grubby hands are really your only option.  Taking a bath in her big metal wash tub is a relief and something to look forward to.

And the love.  One of my favorite things about being with my dear friend Becca, and hopefully she’ll become your dear friend too, is the love she bestows on you as if you were her very own.  The instruction she gives you, the reprimands, the teaching of chores, the book-reading and the hugs – what Becca gives to you is a gift.

We are heading back to her home again this week.  We’ll have warm weather to enjoy, our tent to sleep in, stars to look at, a visit to the library, berry picking, garden-fresh meals and most of all, love.  Lots of  it.

It’s good to have a sister

June 29, 2011 § 2 Comments

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

One thing I want you to know is this.  Your sister is the only sister you are ever going to have.

Love her.  Be generous with her.  Let her play with your favorite toy sometimes.  Tickler her.  Tell her secrets.  Make sure she is okay when you accidentally jab her in the face with your elbow.  She’s the only friend that will stick by you no matter what.  Even if she doesn’t always like you she will always love you.

It’s precious what you have – each other.


June 8, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

Usually when you play you are very noisy.  Singing.  Laughing.  Arguing.  But sometimes all the sound stops.  I won’t notice it at first and then all of a sudden I’ll raise my head from whatever I am doing and realize it’s been too quiet for too long.  I’ll get up and tiptoe over to wherever you are to see what you are doing so very quietly.

And usually you are pouring water on the bathroom floor or eating all the gum from my purse or drawing on something other than paper.

So this morning when I paused from my work and realized the house was silent I got up to go check on the two of you, wondering, what could they possibly be doing now?

Imagine my utter delight when I peeked around the corner to see both of you quietly reading together.  I am marking this as one of my favorite memories.  My two favorite ladies enjoying a peaceful moment together.  Happy reading girls!


May 25, 2011 § 1 Comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

Most of the time you laugh.

You laugh over books.  You laugh under the table.  You laugh in the church pew.  You laugh as you tip-toe between the library shelves.  You laugh on the swings and in the garden and snuggled up in my bed.  You laugh long.  Often.  Loudly.  Together.

And it sounds to me like a hopeful, delightful duet.

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