I had lunch with my sisters yesterday.

We don’t get to spend a lot of time together these days so, thanks to a suggestion from my middle sister, we make a specific effort to get together for tea or for lunch in honour of our birthdays.

(It’s not that we never see each other otherwise but it’s tricky for the three of us to get together, it’s mostly two of us at a time.)

Anyway, my middle sister’s birthday was last week and we had lunch yesterday and it was fantastic.

Unless I consciously choose to consider them, the shorthand, the inside jokes, the similarities, the understandings, those things all stay blended into the fabric of our relationship, present but in the background.

Yesterday brought them to the foreground and I feel grateful to be able to notice them and to appreciate, again, how great my sisters are.