When I was young I would sit in my sisters room and watch her put her makeup on. She would burn the tip of a extra black eyeliner to soften it. With precision she would line her beautiful eyes. Blondie played in the background. I don't know why but I always just felt good around my sister. Later in life when I first moved away from home she was the one I turned to. She helped settle me into my first apartment , where I took my first steps into independence. I lived just under her in a rented basement apartment. She was always there within reach to share a cup of coffee with. It just felt good to be around her. My sister gave me the comfort of family and a friend all in one.
In time I took further steps into independence got married, had kids, and moved to NJ. As happens with family and friends life and geography sometimes creates a divide. I often miss the connection we had but always honor and cherish it. like I said in previous posts I believe that nature abhors a void. I had always had wonderful male friends who I had kept close connections with they have sustained me kept me inspired and laughing. I have an amazing husband who I consider my best friend but somehow that combination of sister and friend remained illusive that space needed to be filled.
I met Jess when my son was born . We both joined the same moms group and shared much in common in those days of raising babies. Our boys have grown up together while we have grown as parents as well. We have seen each other through all the trials and tribulations of raising kids. But I must say even if we did not have all the common things that prompted our friendship. We would be connected. Like my sister, Jess just feels good to be around. Though Jess and I are not related by blood there is a link I feel that is reminiscent of the peace I felt sitting in my sisters room. I am grateful for our friendship for that feeling .
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