Sister weekend

I grew up with 3 sisters. We did not always get along – we absolutely had our fair share of fights. We shared rooms, sometimes beds, we had 1 bathroom and drove each other batty more often than not. But we were there for each other. Three of us were know as “so-n-so’s little sister” or “little B”. We had our moments of being close and not so much but we were always there for each other…and we always will be.

A few weeks back, my big sister asked in a group chat if we could have a sister weekend. I agreed, expecting it to take some time, thinking it was a pie-in-the-sky idea. When she suggested a weekend that was around the corner and looked up plane tickets, I knew she was serious. We all figured out the logistics and set everything in motion.

Our first ever sisters only weekend was on. My three sisters traveled to me, I snatched them up at the airport and we headed to my happy place – the beach. We stayed at a hotel where every room had a balcony facing the beach and where we were only steps from the ocean. Though Friday was windy, we bundled up and made the day fun. The rest of the weekend weather was pure Florida perfection. A slight breeze cooled the day while the sun shined brightly over our heads. Though the sun set early, the moon, stars and even a planet lit up the sky above us.

We spent the weekend having major belly laughs, swapping stories of the past, encouraging each other about future decisions and snapping photos on our disposable cameras (cannot wait to see how they come out!!!) We seriously laughed until we all cried, we walked arm in arm along the beach looking for shells and the four of us snuggled up on the two full beds and watched one of the movies we grew up watching (Labrynth – which just happened to be on TV last night!!).

We haven’t always gotten along, we all are guilty of “borrowing” each other’s clothes and I’m pretty sure we have annoyed each other at some point. But we are sisters -through thick & thin. This weekend was a wonderful and needed reminder of just how much we mean to each other. I don’t know what I would do without my sisters. They each offer a unique and inspirational perspective to me. I love them all so much.

Here’s to the next Sister Weekend!

Sister snuggles x 4

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Growing up with 3 sisters, we had our moments of anger, frustration and tears. We had one and a half bathrooms, we shared bedrooms for many years and we had a minivan that we crammed into for weekend road trips.

Despite age differences, we were all close. We stood up for each other when needed, cheered each other on during games & practice and when we were lucky, hung out at each other’s sleepovers. It wasn’t until my baby sister & I moved away that I truly understood how important my relationship was with my sisters. I had only ever known it being there physically and without it, I needed to adapt and learn how it worked long distance.

Sure, we all talked when we could, visited when able and called every holiday. We have continued to be there for each other for every marriage and every baby. But there is one thing that I never truly understood the importance of and that I took for granted when I lived in New York.

Sister snuggles.

They are the moments on the couch, where there are legs hanging off and we aren’t quite sure which leg belongs to who.

They are the funny moments that make you laugh so hard your abs hurt.

They are smiles so big that your cheeks are sore and yet you can’t stop smiling.

They are conversations that you’ve had 5 times and yet can’t stop talking about because the 4 of you keep distracting each other.

They are hugs and cuddles that I couldn’t live without.

Today’s second blessing is my sisters.  Each one of them brings a different perspective, a unique idea and a creative outlook. Each one I am blessed to have in my life. This past weekend, I was blessed with the opportunity to spend 3 whole days with them. And oh, how wonderful it was.

*Pictures include our sweet momma and Kate Sr, our newest honorary sister!

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When we were younger, my little sister and I shared a room. I remember when that room was filled with a full size bed that we shared and we all traveled to the local furniture store to pick out bunk beds. I was so excited to have the top bunk! This lasted a while but eventually I moved into my own room. Wanting to embrace my newfound dependence, I refused to let Rachel sleep in my room at night. She would try to tattle on me to my parents but would eventually retreat to her room.

Most mornings though, I would awake to her sleeping in my bed.  Her feet would be next to my head and she would be snuggled up to my legs. Some nights I would even find her and my baby sister tucked into my twin size daybed!

I remember being so angry at the time, but looking back, it is a memory that I cherish. Last night, my sister traveled to Florida to celebrate her birthday. We spent the day together and shared many laughs.  Neither of us could remember the last time we spent her birthday together!

The day was filled with lots of dancing with our boys, fishing (Joe taught us lots!), delicious food, walks with our momma and of course sister snuggles. What a great day!

Each day I find myself more and more  grateful for the everyday moments that make lifelong memories.

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Growing up, I was often known as Sarah B’s little sister. My big sister was my protector, my confidant and my go-to for advice or tough love. She was always there when I needed her, even during the times that I didn’t realize it was exactly what I needed.

When I was first diagnosed, Sarah didn’t hesitate. She immediately began making plans to care for me during treatment, making the phone calls to our loved ones to share the news and researching how to best help me through it. I have always admired her strength and ability to attack whatever comes her way. She has always been, and will forever be, a woman I look up to whole-heartedly.

Yesterday at my hydration appointment, we had a new (to me) nurse. While hooking up my fluids, she looked at me and asked “Are these your parents?”

Joe, Sarah and I stared at each other for a good 30 seconds before we all burst out laughing. No response seemed appropriate other than laughter. When we caught our breath, the laughter was followed by Sarah stating, “Well, I act like her mother so it’s fitting.” That made us crack up even harder. We continued to laugh about it throughout the entire stay at the center.

After the fun of the hydration appointment and my shot, we ended the day with sister snuggles on the couch while little man slept between us. There is nothing quite as wonderful as sister snuggles!