I’m always flattered when strangers assume that my sister’s children are mine– they do look like they belong at my house, don’t they? I’d take them, all four, any time.
Today is my little sister’s birthday– and although I have no photos of her today, you can see her beauty in the faces of her children. If you read much of my blog, you know that I unabashedly adore Ruth. She represents everything that is good about motherhood, family, creativity and homelife. As an advisor she is wise and compassionate; the sweetness of her heart is unparelleled.
I doubt I would have survived this past year without her good counsel, true empathy and shoulder to wail on. And it’s a bit embarrassing to admit that when she was out of town last week (and away from cell phone service), I missed her like a lost little puppy.
Life circumstances have not always made our relationship easy, and I am very proud of the fact that we harbor no jealousy or emnity towards each other. Rather, we cheer for each other, cry at our shared and separate hurts and call each other to brag about our children.
Happy Birthday darling Ruth– may this year bring you great joy and peace.