My sister Jane arrived in France on Friday for a ten day visit, her first visit since Baby S came into our world. My sister and I are very close and it's always been hard being far away from her. I often think we're more like best friends than sisters, and I always laugh hardest when I'm with her. We also seem to have some of the biggest fights of anyone I know, lashing out at each other like cobras. I have a philosophy that you can't really love someone unless you can truly argue with them. Our arguments cleanse us and make the air a little fresher in our relationship but boy, oh boy are they scary. They don't happen very often, maybe once every two or three years. The last time we argued it was after a long car trip to Key West. I threw coconuts at her head at three a.m. in front of our parent's house over some dispute about the rental car. And then there was something about Jane having severe swimmer's ear and thinking that Seb and I were ignoring her the whole trip home, but really she couldn't hear us talking to her. I can barely remember all the details. In retrospect it was all very funny. Especially because my mom came outside nonchalantly in her bathrobe and just sighed "oh, you girls...c'mon now." She was used to these little dramas. Unfortunately the neighbors weren't though.
Jane hasn't had children and I know Baby S will become like her own. She's one of the most generous, fiercely loyal and loving persons I know, so I know he'll be protected by her as long as she lives. I'm sure he'll always seek the comfort of her loving arms and will certainly find her bohemian, carefree nature attractive enough to defy me and confide in her one day. This will probably cause one of our famous dramatic fights, making a teenage Baby S sigh with boredom "oh girls...c'mon now!"
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Sounds like he is lucky to have such a wonderful aunt.
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