“I can’t sleep.”

“Let’s push our beds together.”


Instant fun and sound sleep for little girls….like magic. I didn’t know all it took was to push our twin beds together every night.

But I knew how much I loved my sister.

“Mom has to curl your hair just like Annie’s. And don’t forget your makeup!”


I didn’t know she looked up to me so much that she’d even agree to star in my co-directorial debut of Annie.

But I knew how much I loved my sister.

That she’d follow along in play for all my clubs, play trades or pretend games? That we could compromise on every movie we watched? When she let me have the computer after school? It takes time to recognize this but even then I knew how much I loved my sister.

She knew too, for as our beds moved to separate rooms she still brought in her tent and flashlights.

Negotiating for her beloved red Monopoly properties may have sufficed to communicate these feelings at the time. After her stitches and scars from play accidents, though, sentiments seem easier to vocalize. Love is always easier to vocalize after big life events and moves, isn’t it? Times like college, when we waved goodbye as I left to meet a new roommate. A roommate that surely wasn’t going to push beds together.

Perhaps I thought I knew how much I loved my sister when I naively gave advice upon a new boyfriend she’d met. When she fell in love and forgave me for anything past, though?

I definitely knew how much I loved her. And that I’d do anything for her. Common knowledge I guess.

Even as years come and go, there isn’t a change or circumstance that can make us forget this true love we have for our siblings….is there? A brother looks upon his younger with love, protection and concern. It is spoken through actions usually but the love never goes away.

Just as a brother loves his younger one, so a sister loves hers.

With time an ever constant, her first son grew and grew. I honestly felt that outside of my parents I could not love anyone more than I loved him.

But then I remembered how much I loved my sisters. Both of them, including her.

Now that her one son has become four? Well it’s easy to be the cool aunt to four nieces and nephews, holding their hands and dancing together in the living room. Out of the corner of my eye I may even catch my sister, getting dinner ready, doing laundry and trading in much of her personal and professional life for her family so unselfishly. I’ll never know what it’s like to walk in her shoes I suppose.

But I do know I much I love my sister.

“Ssshh, don’t wake Mom and Dad.”

“Are going to set up the tent now?”
“And are we going to play games?”
“Are we going to watch Jane Fonda?”
“Yes! Shh!”

The words ‘I love you’ are spoken in so many basic sentences, aren’t they?

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