Tomorrow I am going to see my sister Vicky for the first time in 18 months. We have only seen each other a handful of times in the last ten years. So I am getting very excited. It will be a special day.
I am inside my walk-in wardrobe. I’m flipping through my clothes as I look for the perfect outfit to wear for my big day out. Vicky hasn’t seen me for so long. I want to make an impression.
A skirt… Which one? A flattering one, a not too tight one. A skirt that will hide that extra two kilos of Queen’s Birthday fat. And I’d better iron it. Rumpled fabric won’t do for a red letter day.
Now my legs… I won’t need winter tights and over-the-knee socks and long boots. We are travelling north and the weather will be much warmer than here. Tights and shoes maybe. Where are those ones with the spangly beads?
A T-shirt. And a light cardigan, maybe done up with a brooch. A coat to start the journey and end it. Some jewellery: earrings, a necklace… and definitely the gold watch Vicky gave me for my birthday. All sorted.
I look in the mirror. Hair… not too bad. I can still see through my fringe. Are there any obvious white hairs amongst the red? Shall I pull them out? Or will they pass for natural blonde highlights?
And my skin…Will Vicky notice the softening saggy bits? A face pack perhaps. That might help. Or maybe not. Laughter lines?  Nothing I can do about those. I can’t keep a straight face all the time. I do love to laugh.
Some make-up? No. I am too old to be anything other than a lick-of-mascara girl.
I think about Vicky. Will she have changed? I am sure she will be nice and slim (she’s still feeding a toddler). And being five years younger than me, she’s bound to look more youthful than me. Sigh! Sigh! Sometimes it's hard being the eldest, out there in front, leading everyone else on towards old age.
I think about getting out of the van tomorrow and seeing Vicky. What will she think? Will it be, “My goodness! Sue’s looking old! What happened?”
I know we will both smile. I will place my cheek next to hers and hold her tight.
And Vicky will look at me and I will look at her, and I know we won’t see wrinkles and saggy skin and grey hair. No, we will each see a sister, a very precious sister.
And if later, when we are sitting together sipping our coffee, and we do happen to look closely and notice those inconvenient signs of aging, I am sure we will just laugh and say, “Hey sister! I’m glad we’re getting old together.”
And I will wonder why I spent so much time worrying about my appearance.  Clothes, skin, weight… none of that matters. I am loved for who I am, not what I look like.
Aren’t I so very blessed?

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  1. Aw - this is so sweet! You'll always be beautiful to me, Sue, no matter how old you get! But, you know that, already:) xxx

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  2. Oops - that last message was from me, not Melanie. The short people have been hijacking my computer, again!:)

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  3. Sisters are such a blessing, aren't they? I have two and we are very close. We joke around about wrinkles and weight but none of this matters to us :) Enjoy your time with Vicky - I can already tell that she is wonderful, as well as a very talented artist! God bless!

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  4. Hi Sue, you are very blessed! Your story reminds me of all the things that run through my mind before a big event. Does she live so far away and that is why you don't see her so often? Of course with the blessings of the internet you can keep in touch on a regular basis! Enjoy your visit!

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  5. Sue and Vicky have a WONDERFUL day together tomorrow:){{}}

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  6. Hi Mary. I wonder if you are a younger, older or in-the-middle sister. I have two sisters like you, and I'm the oldest and Vicky is the youngest. I will have to write a story about our middle sister one day...I love her too!

    I had a great day with Vicky and got to see all her drawings with my own eyes. The new one of the baby with his oldest sister is already looking very impressive.

    God bless!

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  7. Noreen, I guess it has been a combination of distance, finances (overnight accomodation is expensive when there are so many of us), driving an ancient van, not enjoying the city traffic and congestion we meet on the way, and having little children who didn't like to travel, that have prevented us from getting together more regularly. The roads have improved in recent years and with more freeways, the travel time isn't nearly as long as it used to be. Yesterday we did a day trip but it was still a very long day out. We were exhausted when we finally got home but happy too!

    You are quite right about the Internet being a blessing. It is so easy to keep in touch with people these days.

    Isn't it funny how we want to look our best when we meet up with people we don't see very often?

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  8. Erin, thank you! We did have a good day. Plenty of time to chat. We even made it to the beach. Vicky remembers seeing you when you were down her way! If you bump into each other again, you must say hello. God bless.

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  9. Great post. If only all families were close together.

    God bless.

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  10. What a beautiful post! I hope that your reunion with your sister was all that you hoped it would be!

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  11. Thank you Victor and Dana for sharing this story.

    We had a great day with Vicky and the cousins. All the girls are now busy writing blog posts about the big day out.

    God bless!

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