Skip to content

three birthdays, two siblings, one set of words.

15 March 2009
tags:

“I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.”  — James Boswell

today is my brother’s 29th birthday.

My brother is one of my all-time favorite people; one of my favorite friends.

I could list so many reasons why, but instead I will just tell this story.  The boy and I were talking the other week, somewhat jokingly, about how, in dating relationships, the people in your life are part of the “package deal” in being with another person.  Having a good family, good friends, good connections are like extra points on the board.  One of the boy’s best friends, for instance, was awarded about 5 points because I could honestly have him around most of the time and be happy, and am sad we can’t convince him to move here.

My brother?

10 points, hands down.  He adds that much to my life, and everyone I introduce in my life are happy to know him.

And so am i.

“The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard  that food came out his nose.”   –Garrison Keillor

My brother’s laughter, by the way, is never undervalued currency in my world.  Any time I can get in the same room as him, and laugh, my world feels much lighter.  My sister-in-law wonderfully adds to this, as she will lament and relate to me, and my world is again lighter, thus.

Happy birthday, my favorite brother.  You have adorable children, a wonderful wife, a tenacious spirit and a thankful sister.

“Sibling relationships – and 80 percent of Americans have at least one –    outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship.  They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.” — Erica E. Goode

*    *    *    *   *

14 days ago was my sister’s 33rd birthday.

My sister is one of my all-time irreplaceable relationships; my forever friend.

Our friendship has been fought for; over many years, many trials, airplane rides, spilling stories over cocktails, not seeing eye to eye, seeing each other for the reality of who each other was, harbor holidays, downs and most certainly ups.

My sister and I are a venn diagram of friendship, and it frustrates and elates me.  I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I wish for her so much, and I am always glad to be her sister.

“A sibling may be the keeper of one’s identity, the only person with the keys to one’s unfettered, more fundamental self.”  — Marian Sandmaier

My words fail me, but what I can say is this:  my sister holds one of those keys, most assuredly.

Happy birthday, my favorite sister.

You have a warm heart, gorgeous children, and a world of opportunities; I am so glad you are in my boat with me.

*    *    *    *   *

Advertisements
4 Comments leave one →
  1. The sister permalink
    15 March 2009 9:50 am

    My sister – I hate it when your words cause my keyboard to grow droplets. I love you, although I can’t always convey it as eloquently as you — the meaning is just as deep.

    I too, am glad to be in your boat – although, the boat in Seattle was more fun thanks to toasted almonds.

    Forever your friend and sister.

  2. 15 March 2009 10:43 am

    I am the mother of these wonderful people. I am glad that I birthed these remarkable adults that are in this
    boat…all three of them.

  3. Tom permalink
    15 March 2009 11:02 am

    And I’m the Dad. Me, too – couldn’t be prouder of all three. They are classy folks.

    Sara: Thanks for this post. Glad you share your strong feelings about things of GREAT consequence as well. 😉

  4. 15 March 2009 11:48 am

    oh, i heart my family. mom, come back from costa rica so we can all get together for fondue!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: