The Beautiful Bond of Sisterhood

I'm a little drunk. Not super drunk, but a little tipsy. I had a bottle of a good buttery chardonnay with my sisters. It was so delicious. The kind that you just want to keep sipping and sipping, even though you know you gotta slow down. I usually refrain from blogging if I've had a glass or two but this is my blog and I feel like writing so here I am!

It has been glorious being in Utah with my sisters. Glorious. I love them so much. My favorite part of every evening is sitting in Middle Sister's patio with the pretty lights and fireplace and just the three of us, chatting. I also love meeting at Eldest Sister's house for coffee before going for a nice hike through the trails behind her home. I love how we are planning our birthday lunches months before or after the actual date so we can celebrate together.

We have such a special bond and I am grateful, so grateful, that I have them in my life. Some therapists say we trauma bonded. That means we were subject to a low level of neglect and we were all each other had to get through some hard times while growing up. The result is a beautiful connection and understanding that is a grounding point for all of us.

I have so much to tell you. I want to tell you about the fight with Tico or the revelation that I want to be a real estate agent or how relieved I am that my stepson is doing so well but tonight I'll settle with telling you about how I'm glad to be here. Tonight I'm grateful for these moments with my sisters.