I know we missed out on some of the stuff in one of our favorite songs, “Sisters” by Irving Berlin.
With almost seven years between us, that business about:
. . . . . . . . . .sharing
every little thing that we are wearing
never really worked for us, did it? By the time you were old enough to wear some of my favorite clothes, it was a different decade, tastes and times had changed, and, well, you wouldn’t have really wanted to be caught dead in them, would you?
And thank goodness we’ve never had to deal with all those men trying to “split us up.” Wouldn’t have made any difference, in any event, because obviously, “no one can.” Oh, “Lord help the mister” who might have tried, though.
And, Thank the Lord that each of us was so fond of the other’s spouse. Because, that bit about “Lord help the sister, Who comes between me and my man?” Glad we never had to put that to the test. Otherwise, there’d only be one of us left.
As for “Never [having] to have a chaperone? No Sir!” Not touching that one with a ten-foot pole. My lips are sealed. Not sure, sometimes, who was “keeping an eye on” whom, but we got through it unscathed, didn’t we?
One thing I do “know [for sure is] that not a thing can come between us.” Never has, and never will.
I’m glad you’re around, Sis. And thanks for all your efforts on the home front over the last fifteen years. It’s been tough, on my end and on yours. And you’ve hung in and never wavered. I’ve tried to do my bit from across the pond, but most of it was on you, I know.
I’m especially glad, these days, for the Internet, email and cheap calling cards, because, thanks to them, it’s been easier than ever the last few years, to “stick together” and “act as one!” And, as always, Heaven help anyone who’s unwise enough to get in our way.
“Devoted Sisters” are we.
Here’s to us.
Your Big Sister.