Today I’m going shopping with my sister. I haven’t seen her for over a month and that’s a shame since we live within two miles of each other. She went back to work. That’s not an excuse, but a reason, I suppose.

Sisters are different than friends. Friends come and go, but sisters are ever present in your life. I have some friends from high school that I see about every ten years (reunions) and hear from only at Christmas time. Other friends, we get together once a year for our annual Fourth of July celebration. But my sisters–they’re there at Easter, Thanksgiving, weddings, funerals, and every celebration in between. There’s a special bond. We know our history. We’ve seen each other at our worst and at our best. We know each other’s weaknesses. And we love each other anyway.

Sisters–I’m fortunate. I’m rich. I have two of them. And I get to spend time with one of them today–shopping.