Last night, just before turning in,I checked my email and found a very sweetly written message from my hubby wishing me a happy anniversary. I sent him one earlier in the day and so he was replying. Very thoughtful and mushy, just like I like it. Then, in my normal way, I responded by asking him who he paid to compose it! Well, that's my nature. He expected no less from me and his next response was that it was all his creation, otherwise the grammar and spelling would have been better. He is known for neither so that was a little inside joke, you see.
And so it goes.
Today is the birthday of my baby sister. I called and wished her a good one. She is living in southern Indiana and seriously thinking of moving here. Her husband is thinking of changing jobs and she would be close to us here. I have mixed feelings about the potential move, I admit. We get along great now that she's all grown up and responsible, which took her a good 36 or so years to do, and sometimes distance is good for family relationships. She is 7 years younger than me so we don't have so many years of growing up in the same house and all that encompasses, as say, my other sister who is just 16 months younger than me. She is a whole different story now, though, and it is good she lives in Montana. We grew up being extremely close and remained so up until a couple of years ago. Sometimes the differences in life choices overcomes her and after her last visit here, it was directed at me. So, that's that for her. At least for the foreseeable future. C'est la vie.
Siblings. You love 'em, you hate 'em. Can't live with them, can't kill them.
My husband brings only one sibling into the mix. His younger brother lives in Washington state, a ferry's ride from Seattle, and is a musician. There is a 5 year age difference between them. My husband and he are like night and day. He's a nice man, stuck in the 60's and that's all I'm saying.
All four of us had babies the same year. All boy babies. Wild, eh? The brother in law and husband each only have one son and they are 9 weeks apart.
Life is strange, I tell you.
Baby sister's youngest child is only 4 weeks older than our my son. Other sister's firstborn son is a few months younger.
Life couldn't be planned that well.