I miss you. I wish that I lived just down the street from you and we could meet for weekend strolls through Central Park with the girls, and for dinner at the corner Indian place for some malai kofta. Or that you lived down the street from me, and the girls and I could strap on some helmets and ride bikes on over. Or at least hop in the car for a quick trip from our suburbia to yours. You and Yours could come over on a Friday after a long work week and enjoy some grilling and beers. Even though neither of us eat meat or drink beer.
I know that I am lucky. That even with the distance, I do not have to worry about my girls feeling uncomfortable with you. That they must sense our closeness because they so easily climb into your lap and attach themselves to you no matter how long it has been since your last visit.
And you live somewhere that is different and exotic for us Midwesterners, so when our girls visit for the first time everything will be new and exciting. And I love that, even though I’d much rather you live a closer and duller life near me.
But, I see my nieces and nephews with their mother’s sister and I am sad for me. For us. For my girls. I want them to grow up around you. To know you like I do. To get to experience the fun special auntie time on a regular basis. I wish you could take Hope out to a movie. Or Paige to the park. I wish the four of us could have special sister dates.
(Not to mention I wish that you and I could have more frequent sister dates.)
I miss you. Did I mention that already? And I know the girls do too. Or at least Hope does, because she told me. But I'm sure Paige does too.
So do you think you could work on finding a job near us? That'd be great. In the mean time I will continue to fill you in on our life details, whine about how far away you are, and save my pennies for trips out to visit.
I'm gonna need a lot of pennies.
Your Favorite Sister
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