They are my best friends because they are mine.
We can fight each other, but if you mess with one of us, prepare for the triple threat to come back the fourth.
In fact, my biggest fear in life is to lose any of them.
It can be a consuming fear that sends me into tears just thinking about it .... like now or in my nightmares that leaves my pillow soaked with a salty taste.
So now that my last sister is about to leave the state, I feel like a piece of me is getting ripped away.
I know it's the right move for them (her and her adorable little family that I love oh so very much) but that doesn't mean it's easy.
In the last couple weeks, I have been able to catch up with her while the baby sleeps.
Horribly working out on the kinect
Cuddling on the couch
Eating Ice cream late at night.
Laughing at funny and not so funny jokes.
Crying remembering times past.
But more than anything, I just love being with her. We can be in the same room, not say anything, not touch and yet we're still connected.
With sisters, there's this invisible bond of bosom friends.
IF something ever happened, I know they would be here in a heart beat.
Why? Because they always are.
