Sisters and quandaries

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.

~Marion C. Garretty

My sister Marilyn and I went to dinner last night to work on a present for our mom's 70th birthday.

We spent 3 1/2 hours at the restaurant. We came close to closing it down.

I don't think I have laughed that hard in months.

We reminisced. We gossiped. We filled in each other's memories. She got teary eyed reminding me of a birthday card I sent her when she was in college (and I was apparently 11 or 12). She even remembered what it said. I have absolutely no memory of it.

It's that kind of night that makes me think maybe Brody should not be our only child.

He would never miss having a sibling, I suppose. But Jeremy and I would know he was missing that. It's one of those decisions I wish would become clear.

And, you know, easy to execute.

But I digress.

Last night was amazing. Also, this is a really wonderful restaurant. They let us loiter while we created a gift for mom. (Which will be revealed after this weekend, because said mother has indicated she reads this blog!).

As I write this, my mom and stepdad are traveling to Colorado to a condo in the mountains. Marilyn, me and our families are meeting them there for the weekend. I cannot wait!