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Once Sisters, now sisters

Sometimes it’s easy to miss the glory in small moments.

This afternoon, I saw one such moment for what it really was: the culmination of millions of choices made in very particular order to bring a tiny band of people together beneath the Los Angeles sun.

sparkly auntie

For one the two people pictured here, some of those choices included:

  • little ameliaA much younger me becoming a Little Sister through Big Brothers Big Sisters 900 miles away;
  • Me and an elementary school student named Amelia testing out our own Sisterhood a decade later;
  • Our coming back to each other after my move to Los Angeles and three years of silence;
  • Our visiting with each other in various trips between Oregon and Los Angeles;
  • Her understanding the very real threat her then partner posed her almost two years ago, prompting her to move here with little time to plan; and
  • Our texting, talking and visiting these days as often as our busy schedules allow

Any single choice either of us made differently could–would–have led us to live a different version of this afternoon. Sure, each of us might have loved that alternate afternoon just as well. But this afternoon in this world of choices was perfect.

Today I watched this sister of choice and love play with one of her nephews, my older son. Together the two of them drew figures in the dirt as we all paused atop a hill on an oceanside hike. My eyes watched them draw, but my heart carried me back to Amelia showing me a picture of him she’d snapped on my wedding day last year.

That evening, he’d snuggled against her while watching his dad and me dance our first dance as a married couple. His sweet, round face shone as he told her, “They love each other very much, and I love them.”

love each other

Today I watched them playing and reveled in the vastness of love. It dwindles, unable to shine or grow into its full splendor, when I try dictating where it should go and how it ought get there. But it grows when I open my arms wide and set it free. Oh, how it grows!

Neither Amelia nor I knew when we met some fifteen years ago that we’d someday stop being Sisters and become sisters. We didn’t know how our love for each other would expand into love for each other’s others.

Today I saw both then and now through the glory in a small moment that might not have been.

Through seeing my sister playing with my older son and realizing, with swelling heart,

They love each other very much, and I love them. 

  1. December 7, 2014 at 7:53 pm

    So beautiful!

    • December 7, 2014 at 8:00 pm

      Thank you! I never can seem to find the exactly right words to express some feelings, but … this time I feel like I got a little closer. (I wish I could just dump it out here without having to search for words!) ♥

  2. December 7, 2014 at 8:17 pm

    All our choices and our ability to open our arms and our hearts make us so much more. You move me in reminding me to stop hugging myself close and open my arms.

    Thank you

  3. December 7, 2014 at 9:41 pm

    What a beautiful post 😀

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  5. December 8, 2014 at 7:37 am

    Beautiful! Sisters of choice are some of the greatest blessings to cherish throughout life. Wonderful post!

  6. December 8, 2014 at 1:12 pm

    My son had a Big Brother, only for a short 6 months due to a personal issue that had Big Brother moving across the country to be with his older parents in their time of need – and while the time just didn’t seem long enough, it made a lasting impression on my son, and today I wrote a long note in the Christmas card I send him and his wife every year, updating them on how Mr. T is doing. It is a good reminder that every little action can have a big impact. I’m so blessed to hear how your Sister relationship progressed!

  7. Running from Hell with El
    December 9, 2014 at 9:54 am

    This post has wings. It soars.

  8. December 9, 2014 at 3:53 pm

    You see things through the emotional, wise eyes of a writer. Its a wonderful gift.

  9. Jeannie N.
    December 9, 2014 at 4:02 pm

    I loved this piece, Deborah! I have a few sisters of choice as my blood sisters leave a little bit to be desired. I call my sisters of choice, sisterfriends, because they are SO much more than just friends, they are my sisters of the heart. This piece made my eyes tear and my heart smile and for that I am grateful. Thank you 🙂

  10. December 10, 2014 at 2:36 pm

    What a precious relationship and a precious post! XOXO-Kasey

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