When my sister flew to town to usher me home from the psych ward in a wheel chair, there was almost nothing left I believed in…except her. She let me read her poetry and made me food and helped me pee off the back porch when I couldn’t make it up the stairs…brought me back to life like no one else could. This is how it is.
I can relate to this so much. I am the little sister by two years. We had some rough patches (again, due to her inability to be untrue to herself and my inability to contain my self-righteousness) and are opposites in a lot of ways. But gosh, she just might be my soulmate. She knows the whole story. I could tell her the most batshit thing and she would never ever judge me. And she would absolutely remember to bring the bevies.
I just returned from a camping trip with my best friend, and we spent our time mothering each other's kids and one another in the way only deep soul-friends can. What a gift sisterhood is.
When my sister flew to town to usher me home from the psych ward in a wheel chair, there was almost nothing left I believed in…except her. She let me read her poetry and made me food and helped me pee off the back porch when I couldn’t make it up the stairs…brought me back to life like no one else could. This is how it is.
this. is. how. it. is.
Love this. All of it. 🙌 to poem.
So good right?!
I have to “Congratulate” God on the creation of you two sisters! 🥰
Perfectly captures our special bond. I'm going to print it out and frame this. I love you so much, Sister Sidey! Thanks for loving me.
Always and forever
I can relate to this so much. I am the little sister by two years. We had some rough patches (again, due to her inability to be untrue to herself and my inability to contain my self-righteousness) and are opposites in a lot of ways. But gosh, she just might be my soulmate. She knows the whole story. I could tell her the most batshit thing and she would never ever judge me. And she would absolutely remember to bring the bevies.
I just told my sis not long ago that I think she is one of my soul mates. Long live the batshit confessions.
That post was very dear. I am the older sister, and yes, I would think to bring the drinks.
This made me smile, Laura.
Okay, I couldn’t love this more. ❤️💕🥰 This is right up there with a bowl o’ boiled peanuts and a bottle o’ Root Beer, I ain’t lying!
High praise indeed from a Southern man.
As women do <3 <3
Mmm this is just right for just right now.
💛💛💛
I just returned from a camping trip with my best friend, and we spent our time mothering each other's kids and one another in the way only deep soul-friends can. What a gift sisterhood is.
I could cry. This picture.
Love love love. And mmm Joy Sullivan’s book was so very good.
It is sooo good!
I enjoyed this so much Shannon!
Oh, wow! "Making light, making steady, making safe with you" is a beautiful mantra/motto for any close, supporting relationship. Thanks for sharing!