This post is about two of my sisters that God has blessed me with through marriage, Erin and Connie.
Erin and I got along from the start. I helped time her wedding processional. But we didn't really get to know each other until January 2010, when we both found out within days of each other that we were pregnant. My second, Erin's first. Of course, that was an instant connection. Then we both started having symptoms that led us to believe we might be having miscarriages. That was pretty much an instant bond. At that point, we were emailing each other every day, sometimes twice a day, to check on each other and comfort each other. What a relief when we found out both the babies were ok!
And the bond stuck. We continued emailing each other (though not quite as often), about our pregnancies, and then about labor, and then about our babies. And our topics of discussion just started widening out more and more, until here we are a year and a half later, and we literally talk about everything (seriously, you probably can't name a topic that we wouldn't talk about). If anything happens, Erin is one of the very first people I have to tell! Getting an email from Erin is always a highlight in my day. Or a text. Neither of us likes the phone very much. Having Erin as my sister has been, still is, and I'm sure will always be a huge blessing in my life.
I took longer to adjust to Connie. The first time Omar took me to visit Connie, when we were just engaged, I was so uncomfortable. I didn't know how to talk to her, or what to do. Now that I've gotten to know her better, I absolutely love her. I can tell she likes it when we visit; she smiles when she watches the kids, and likes to see photos that we bring for her. She pays attention when I talk to her, and she likes to be touched: rubbing her arm, or especially stroking her hair. She always closes her eyes in enjoyment when I stroke her hair. I enjoy the time we spend with her now; it feels natural just to sit and chat with her and let her know what's going on in our lives. This last time we were there, I showed her some pictures of Titus, so she could see how big he is getting. I showed her some of the scenery in Wyoming, too. I think she agrees that would be a wonderful place to visit. We always try to take the kids, because Connie likes to watch their antics, but they limit our visits, because by the end of an hour, they are pretty restless and ready to go. But they are getting used to visiting Connie, too. William used to be afraid of the big wheel chairs and everything, but he's much more comfortable now. And Joy was so sweet to Connie this last time, she stroked her face a little and waved bye-bye when we left (Joy doesn't wave bye-bye very often). We need to get down to San Diego to visit her more often.
My beautiful sisters.