“Oh, I can’t believe I have all my girls here together,” she wells up. Hands rise to her face. Tears come.
Hand to her shoulder. I reach out to stroke her long dark hair. Hug her a little closer.
Sister to the right of me.
Sister to the left.
Sister across the room.
Eyes meet, knowing.
Precious is each moment spent together.
“Okay, I brought everyone a little something. Just a little.”
She brings gifts when we are all together. Something sweet that ties us.
This time there is a peel-off label meant to go on a wall that reads
“FAMILY is a gift that lasts forever”.
And something else. A robe personalized for each of us. She calls us goddesses. And makes us feel like we are indeed extraordinary, special, valued. I stand here beside my sisters for a photograph that mom will take. We are tired. But we are together. Gratitude and joy flood my heart and this space we inside of together at this moment. Again, mom is right: