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 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.
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.
Love this. All of it. 🙌 to poem.
So good right?!
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.
That post was very dear. I am the older sister, and yes, I would think to bring the drinks.
This made me smile, Laura.
Love love love. And mmm Joy Sullivan’s book was so very good.
It is sooo good!
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.
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.
Mmm this is just right for just right now.
💛💛💛
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
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.
I have to “Congratulate” God on the creation of you two sisters! 🥰
As women do <3 <3
Oh, wow! "Making light, making steady, making safe with you" is a beautiful mantra/motto for any close, supporting relationship. Thanks for sharing!
I enjoyed this so much Shannon!