When I was a kid, my sister and I shared a room. We’d stay up late talking until I fell asleep on her or we heard Mother call “Girls!” from across the hall. That would usually send us into giggles but would — usually — quiet us down a bit.
If we ran out of things to talk about, we’d play games — completely nerdy things like naming all the states (I always forgot either Minnesota or Michigan) or my personal favorite the rhyme game.
One of us would say a word and the other would rhyme. We’d go back and forth until we ran out of similar sounds. The games helped us fight off sleep. The irony now, of course, is that we’d love to have those extra moments of sleep. But I wouldn’t trade a thing for our fun sister times.
My sister is six years older than me, and she taught me a lot. She learned Algebra in school and liked it so much she taught it to me. We took a crochet lesson together just a few years ago, and she had to help me master the basics.
Those things have been on my mind this afternoon, and I just wanted to say I’m thankful for my sister.