This is my sister.
Let me share our story with you.
We never grew up with sisters. In fact, we grew up miles apart both with an older brother, both homeschooled at one point in our lives, both often feeling ... sort of like the odd one out.
And then one day, we met. Pushed together by the sheer force of God and no other credit is due because it truly was that miraculous.
Have you ever looked back in your life and realized you were living a miracle and never knew it? I love the quiet miracles that sneak up on you.
Halee is one of my quiet miracles.
She is my sister in crime. We will ALWAYS help each other bury dead bodies if necessary (the need hasn't arisen yet, but you never know). She is my sister in soul. We experience that hollowness when we're apart. Something neither of us never knew existed in this world. Not until we finally met our sister.
Have you ever watched Steel Magnolias? Me neither. Well, not until last week when perched on a memory foam mattress, Halee and I settled in with fried okra and she forced me to drink water instead of coffee, and we turned on this Southern classic. Halee had been intent on inducting me into her Southern roots. She kept saying "it's like the SisterChucks".
You see, the SisterChucks is the extended version of Halee and myself. There are four other
delightful sisters that have also been a part of this quiet miracle that we call sisterhood. So, as we began to indulge in Steel Magnolias, it became very clear ... each sister was a Steel Magnolia. Six of them, six of us. Very diverse personalities and yet bound by a tie so much stronger and deeper than blood. Forged by life.
As Halee and I watched, we laughed how each SisterChucks really was identified by a Steel Magnolia. Until I finally looked at Halee and admitted, "I'm Ouiser, aren't I?" Halee laughs. "Well, I sort of thought it'd be safer if you figured that out for yourself."
I'm all right being "Ouiser". Because Halee is "Clairee". She is the class to my country, the sass to my snark, the brain to my emotion. That balance which is why we both feel incomplete without the other.
I am learning about the gift of sisterhood. I could write a blog tribute to each sister of the SisterChucks (and maybe I will!), because each of them fulfill a different part of me, and I in return. Without them, my family is ... missing something. Even our husbands have learned to accept the sisters intrusions ;) into each other's lives. So often I am conversing via phone text/messaging with a sister and Nathan will look at me and with a slight smile and a stern raise of his brow remark, "put the sisters down, it's time to eat".
But he grew up with sisters. Four of them. So he knows something that I never did. Sisters are
inseparable. Sisters are impenetrable. Sisters are remarkable.
Today, I have returned home to my husband and children. I love them so much. But today, I also have this melancholy ache, right here (*Jaime taps heart), because I left Halee miles away with our Steel Magnolia dvd and container of Okra chips.
Sometimes the gift of sisterhood hurts. But it's a pain I'm more than willing to endure. Because sisters will never, ever break free from my heart.
Do you have a sister?
Winner of last week's book drawing "The Creole Princess" is: Linsey Adair
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