Sister Therapy Sessions

After coming home with a full-blown headache from a busy and stressful day at the office, I hooked up with my sister at the local coffee shop (Bud's) that sits almost perfectly half-way between our homes.

We do this every so often. We meet up for coffee or tea and talk. It's a kind of therapy session for us. Whatever is bugging us, whatever we are dealing with at that point in our lives, or even if it's just a chance to get away from the everyday doldrums - we talk it all out.

We himmed and hawed over what we should order. That's typically what we do. Usually several other customers will go in front of us before we decide to order almost exactly what we ordered that last however many times we've been there. We ended up sharing a Chicken and Spinach Arti'za (I think that means Chicken and Spinach Artisan Pizza), and we ordered a chocolately-mocha-coffee-something. Of course with whipped cream! Yum!

Then.... we talked about jobs, husbands, kids, mom and dad, in-laws, vacations, grandparents, kids, purses, household appliances, our weight, mid-life, mom and dad, writing, kids.... we laughed, we exchanged advice, we asked questions.

I don't think I could have a more honest conversation with anyone else in the world. I feel comfortable talking about whatever. And 'whatever' covers an awful lot now-a-days! I feel like I can ask her opinion about anything and I know she will tell me the truth. And because she's my sister, I know I can truly take her answer and handle it, even if I may not like it, because I know she wants the best for me. As I do her.

My headache went away. My shoulders and soul feel lighter.

And to think, we used to fight like cats and dogs when we were living together at home. It was when she went away to college that I think we really started becoming friends. She would call home for mom and dad and I ended up talking with her. I never knew I could come to like my sister so much.

I think it might be the late hour that I'm writing this that's making me so sappy, and I think I've made my point, so I'll move on...

After three and a quarter hours, we finally decided that we should be on our merry ways. I've got a full weekend of laundry to look forward to, and she's got work early in the morning. So we hugged and said "Good night." and "Drive carefully." and went our separate ways.

Good Night Dear Sis. Love You!

Our favorite place for a little therapy. Bud's of Interlochen.