Siblings. We have complicated relationships. This past weekend, my cousin got married at a beautiful wedding. He is #24 out of 26 and one of the last ones to get married. To celebrate everyone flew to Michigan to spend time together, except my little brother who got sick and cancelled last minute. My sister and I were annoyed and sad that he couldn't come so we did what older sisters do. We went to a Kinko's and asked them to print out a life size picture of his head, taped it to a ruler and took him to the wedding. He was in hundreds of photos. We have photos of him sitting by the pool at the hotel, in a group shot with the groom, grooving on the dance floor, and standing behind the bar helping the bartender mix drinks. He laughed and followed along on social media as we created a hashtag of him at the wedding.
I look at my kids now and can see these relationships forming. A few nights ago I could hear my children arguing and yelling at each other after I had put them all to bed. About 30 minutes later it was silent and I went upstairs to find them all asleep in our bed. Their arms and legs tangled up, snoring softly and looking oddly angelic. I wished I could climb in with them but the bed won’t fit all of us and I couldn't leave them in the bed. I would have had nowhere to sleep and soon, they’d be pushing and shoving each other and crying for me. So, I took a picture, partly for me to remember the sweet moment and so I can show them in the future that they really do like each other.
Have a good weekend,
Mary
