I spent this past weekend with some of the greatest women on the planet... My sisters. All 7 of them. We had a weekend together of celebrating one sister's upcoming nuptials. We had adventures, alcohol and 2 whole packages of penis straws! #baloneyb4Mahoney We slept piled into a way too small hotel room, reminiscent in many ways of our childhood bedroom situations. (Thanks for not peeing on me, Doodle!) Ending the night with Daudle sharing a special ritual that she does with her family every evening. It was beautiful. We shed tears over our recently passed Aunt Sher, that was a very prominent organizer of all things celebratory in our family. She would have been very involved in this past weekend. We miss her presence in our lives. It is palpable. We had breakfast together the next morning, after way too little sleep. We should have planned the whole day to ourselves to lounge and recover from a night on the town (some of us are feeling way too old for this shit!), but some had children and family obligations to get to. But we were back together the next day for a pool-side bridal shower. There was lots of food, love and mermaid tails. Real ones. (Deal with your jealousy over this.)
I was reminded how lucky I am to have these women in my life. We grew up to be very different people, but the bond that was made when we were children is still there. Still drawing us back to each other. Still pulsating with a life all of its own. It is sacred space. It is sister space.
