This Bright Winter Morning
The first rays of morning light illuminate their tiny faces as I round the corner of the stairs.
How long have you been holding her like that? I ask in a scratchy morning voice.
Shhh...she answers. I think she's having a bad dream.
I remember when my big girl was a baby herself, when I held her for long hours by moonlight, thinking the dark night would never end. I remember wondering if my own mother held me the same way, if she stayed awake the way I do now hoping the morning will be happy and bright.
She cries sometimes, wishing for a sister, and I feel guilty, knowing I have three and will not offer her even one. She cries and then one of her favorite littles comes to spend the night, and she's in heaven. The sisterless know better than anyone how desperately we need each other, how everything changes in the company of another whom we dare to call sister, to call friend.
May you wake, dear shutter sisters, on this bright winter morning, knowing how grateful we are for your company, for your eyes, for your lens, for your unique and beautiful way of seeing each other and this beautiful world. Merry Christmas.
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Martha
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I'm calling my sister right now...even though she is probably half asleep and only lives 2 blocks away. Thank you.
Thank you from one of the sister-less and daughter-less. I love all the men in my life but I hold dear those who I get to call my sisters as well. Merry Christmas.
I am one of the sister-less. You feel it from the youngest age. How greatful I was to realize as a young adult that I DO have sisters, sisters of spirit. There is such joy in discovering them.
and thanks, to all sisters, everywhere...