We didn’t realize how much clothes she had until we started unloading the boxes and bins. The sweaters and skirts, scarves and shirts were carefully folded and placed in piles… for some of the boxes. But as we unpacked more, the items were…. ummm… gently tossed into the boxes. : ) My sister, who hates it when I refer to her as my little sister, got her first apartment and was moving. Helping her with this transition and new chapter in her life made me realize even more that she is my younger sister who is no longer little. She has a great job, a group of friends that all love to try new restaurants, she travels and now has her very own place.
I can’t help but reminisce about when we were kids – she was my favorite playmate who would stay out until dinner time with me – pretending our bikes were horses and the big cluster of trees were the stables. Or the one that ran a string with cans on each end from her bedroom window to my bedroom window along the outside of the house, so we could talk after bedtime. Now I was listening to her talk about financing furniture and bedding materials.
After her stuff was moved we swung by Target to pick up some essentials – you know, the things that you never think about when moving – toilet paper, soap, Windex… As my sister headed down one aisle I went to the next to grab a few items off her list. I passed by her aisle and she was still looking at her cleaning supply options so I went on to the next aisle and picked up some laundry detergent. I walked back and found her still where she was 5 minutes before. She looked at me and said, do I really need a mop? I like the kind that mom uses but I don’t see it. We skimmed all of the mop options, with the same look on our faces we did when first going to Starbucks and swearing that nothing looked like it was in English. We must have stood there for another 5 minutes before laughing and throwing some sponges, brushes, and Swiffer into the cart. It was a small moment that still makes me smile. Seeing my sister deciding which cleaning supplies she wanted to use for her own place was a small big girl decision I remember making. It was sweet and reminded me how fast time flies by.
One of my sister’s best friends, Jenna, who also helped her move snapped this iPhone photo of the two of us after the move was complete… in all of our exhausted, sweaty, messy crazy hairness…
