This is not news, but I have the best sisters. Ever.
I sincerely believe this sentiment cannot be reiterated enough.
Like most sisters, we have had our ups and our downs. As the middlest among us
I have personally pulled each one of their hairs, and their lovely pale arms
have worn bruises baring a canny resemblance to the perfect
crescent of my bite. I have stolen their clothes, broken their dolls, and
blamed them for things I knew they never did. They have made me so mad at times
that I have slammed doors and stomped so hard it hurt. And they have broken my
heart so deeply that I could hardly breath.
And while I know in my mind each that each of these things has
happened, I have all but lost these memories. In their place lies a vast
library of adventures, and travels, and sharing, and collaborating. There is
the time One and I almost stole a car by accident, the parties with Two and her
artsy friends, and every night feeling like a slumber party when I’m in the
company of Four and Five. There are the hundreds of dinners we have cooked
together, and the “ridiculously good” deals we’ve shared. And at the heart of
it, there is the deep and sincere knowledge that we want what is the very best
for one another, and will do whatever we can to make that happen.
Two days before my wedding, my sisters (and Momo, mimo and N [and special guest brother C!]) surprised
me with the most perfect bachelorette party I could have dreamed of. The
culture of bachelorette parties in America is something that generally doesn’t
speak to me. They are a celebration of one’s unattached status, and, evidently,
anything phallic girls can get their hands on. Eww. However, the French term
for “bachelorette party” is enterrement de vie de
jeune fille directly translated
to mean burial of life of the young girl,
and I feel that captures the essence of the celebration I was thrown much more
aptly. We came together to bid adieu to my childhood and to welcome in the next
chapter in our customary fashion. This is to say, with laughter, good food, a
late night, but most importantly, together.







I love three and my sisters!!!
ReplyDeleteI lurv you baaaaaaad!
ReplyDeleteI *___* you.
ReplyDeleteAs the mother of four little daughters who are busy forming sisterly bonds, this post makes me immensely happy. As One's shopping partner the day she bought the lovely dress she is wearing in the photos, this post makes me immensely happy. :)
ReplyDeleteWe should repeat this excursion soon!
DeleteI love all of this and all of you. Real bad.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Hooray, Corbo!!! (<-much deserved shout out for providing the sweet suite for the night. Our brothers can be pretty awesome, too :-).
You're right! Corbo deserves mad props, and I also must add that no celebration of my youth would be complete without him. I love you Corbi!!
Delete<3 <3 <3
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