My life has changed so much compared to what it once was, but two things have been my constant. My sisters. They have been there through thick and thin, no matter what.
I remember us having only one twin bed for the three of us to sleep on. We were needless to say - smushed. One night, I chose to sleep under the bed (because that was the only place with nothing in the way). I was afraid and a little worried that the bed would collapse on top of me; so I held onto Heather's shirt all night long. That feeling of comfort only comes from the connection we all had.
Still, it's impossible not to let some of the baggage that we carry get in the way of our relationship. We've struggled to get where we are in our lives and relationships. Sometimes you just need someone to unleash on and vent knowing that they will still love you tomorrow. We have all had some knock-down-dragout fights, but they were well worth it.
We forced each other to be more of ourselves.
We each know when one of us is BS-ing and don't let them get away with it. When Michelle gets cranky because we haven't fed her fast enough, we are prepared to tell her to calm down. When I get defensive over some meaningless joke, Heather and Michelle aren't afraid to tell me to relax and get over it. If Heather gets sensitive and feels like we are ganging up on her, we're cool with saying sorry.
Today, I am missing my sisters...badly. Heather lives in San Diego and sometimes it feels like we're more then miles apart. Michelle is moving to T-Town and will no longer be a mere 10 minutes away.
I feel silly that I am tearing up writing this article, but the truth is I am feeling like my little family is being broken up. Heather has lived far away for a while now, but when she starts having those babies, that Auntie Jessica totally approves of, I am going to want to be there spoiling them rotten. (Thank the good Lord for Google+!) And when Michelle is so far away that I can't just text her and say 'hey, come layout with me!' I will feel disconnected. I know that this is another transition for us, but it doesn't make it any less lonely and sad.
After the three of us were together at the beach in June, I had a hard time leaving. We had such a great time. Heather, Michelle and I talked openly and confidently with each other. We made memories that make me smile when I think of them.
I am so thankful for God's grace that we have mended the disconnects between us and allowed healing. Are we perfect? Heck no! But we are better people because we have each other...because we have faith, hope, and a lot of love.