Relationships with our sisters are one of the most essential, complex, satisfying, and difficult...depending on the moment in our lives or time of the month. My baby sister and I don't get to spend enough time together, and that has been the case for years...ever since I left home.
She's grown into a remarkable woman, who I admire more than I can express to her (without sounding totally over the top). She's brave, smart, beautiful, strong (as in triathalon fuerte), and has a heart with more love and patience that Mother Theresa. Because while Mother Theresa was a saintly woman in Calcutta helping the poor, she didn't raise two boys and watch over my parents, while teaching math to first generation college students. I think my sister rocks.
So I learned today she loves tres leches (oh the things I don't know about her!), as we chowed down at El Charro's downtown. I'm going to make her a rocking one when they visit this summer. Here is to my sweet baby sis.
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I had no idea you wrote this, Sister woman! Makes me all choked up; and now a little bitter since you did *not* make me tres leches this summer. You're such a tease!
ReplyDeleteAh, well... something to look forward to for my next visit!