Saturday, September 17, 2011
Colorado Recap (Part 3) - Sisterly Bonding
It was a good time. Relaxing. And it gave us a chance to get to know one another again.
Kristine and I haven't always been close. I was the baby of the family when I lived in Utah, with only an older cousin in the house to deal with. So when I moved in with Motherly and suddenly I had a baby sister to contend with (and puberty) well . . . things weren't always easy. A great deal of my memories of our teen years together consisted of her being a royal pain in my ass. But we were sisters, that's how sisters work.
But looking through old pictures and videos I forgot the good times. The times when we would make up dances to Ace of Base in our backyard. The times when we'd sit together on Christmas mornings and open our presents, tossing wrapping paper at each other. The time when she buried me in the sand at the beach (boobs and all). And the time that we both accidentally got drunk at a Christmas party and spent the night dancing with an electronic Santa.
Kristine: We used to be best friends.
Me: Yeah, I guess we were.
Kristine: I looked up to you so much. I wanted to be just like you.
Me: I'm an asshole, aren't I?
High school of course made it harder. We'd just lost Grandma and we had different social groups. By the time she became a sophomore I was already done with school, in a long term relationship with Matt, and working full time. It was hard to find time to spend together.
Time was one thing we weren't lacking during the trip though. And I'm glad for that. I got to know my sister again. I got to see what an amazing mother she is. And just like old times, we got to watch girly movies together, do our makeup and hair together, and act like complete morons.