I was four when my sister was born and I was not interested in her at all. The day she came home from the hospital I’d been to the zoo. I took one look at her and went to my bedroom to hide the peanuts I’d come home with so she wouldn’t take them. It was that way between us for a long time. Something happened when she was in college and we began to bond. She called me with her boyfriend woes, I told her about my then-marriage woes and we became friends. Now, I’m proud to call her my sister and she’s also my best friend.
She’s been worried about all the stress Steve and I have been through lately and wanted to do something. Knowing I didn’t have the money for a massage, she treated me to one yesterday. It was much needed bliss. My regular massage therapist gave me extra time (I usually get 1 1/2 hours for the price of 1 hour) and I left feeling renewed. Thanks, Ralph, for a great gift. I guess what I said when I was about six years old is true, I really do love you!