My Sister Jeannie

I don’t think I tell my sister enough about how much I admire her. She was standing out by the back door, watching Teddy, Lorrie, and Mel playing on the swing set. She cleared her throat a bit and sighed.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was thinking about Lorrie and Teddy and how she only got to be the mother of one of the two children that she gave birth to.

Lex came up behind me and put her arm around me as I stood down the hallway and watched my sister as she watched the kids. Lex leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and then nudged me in Jeannie’s direction.

I was a little on the nervous side as I approached her. I put my hands on Jeannie’s shoulders and turned her towards me. “Thank you.” That’s all I said, but the gazes that passed between us said volumes.

Jeannie hugged me until I thought she would never let go. I hugged her back just as hard. Raising her head from my shoulder, Jeannie spotted Lex wiping a tear from her eye. She gave me one more squeeze and shouted, “GROUP HUG!”. She tore after Lex and chased her around the house until Lex bolted out the front door. Naturally, I was running right after them, laughing and crying at the same time.

Martha was on the way up to the house from her cottage about that time. She put her hands on her hips in true Martha fashion, and called out, “Lexie! What have I told you about running in the house?”

Lex was so surprised that she stood stock still, which, of course, gave Jeannie and me just enough of a break to tackle Lex to the ground. Followed by the kids, yelling, laughing and hurling their short little bodies at the pile of mothers on the ground.

“Lost their minds. I knew it was just a matter of time, but they’ve gone completely insane.” Martha shook her head. As for us, we were totally lost to our laughing and playing. “C’mon, Freckles. Maybe I can make lunch for you.” Freckles happily barked her agreement.

I love my family.



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