my sister was here for an extended weekend. The night before she came, I couldn't sleep, I was so excited. It was like Christmas. Even though I got maybe three hours of sleep I was giddy and alert taking the two hour drive to the airport.
The entire weekend was packed with as much time together as I could muster.
I love that the members of my family make me laugh so hard. Sometimes when I'm laughing like that, my insides grin and think, "She must be with family, because she's laughing like that again. Yes, that kind of laughing.
This morning when my alarm went off at 6:00 am to take her back to the airport, I was really confused. (Why am I awake?!) Then it hit me and I remembered that our happy adventures were over, and it was time for her to go home. Darn.
For a brief second, I thought about locking her in the closet until after her plane left.
But I did the right thing, and let her go back to her family. (darn conscience)
Now the house is quiet and lonely, even with my kids and their usual games and noise. I found some of my niece's little toys left here (she brought her baby with her), I might not give them back. I may make a plaque and hang it on my wall. It will say, "Once in this house, two sisters came together for an incredibly wonderful weekend. All that remains are these toys and our memories. And these shall never fade."
I need a nap.
and maybe a snack.
Then I'll feel better.
but only a little bit.
I refuse to be comforted.
It's all I have (besides my plaque).
Beauty for Ashes
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