Today, I’m thankful for my sister-in-laws. Growing up, I never had siblings. I was pretty close with my cousin – she’s four years younger than me – and always had lots of friends at school. But never anyone to
suffer through enjoy family events with. When I got married, I didn’t really think much about getting two new “sisters” out of the deal. My husband has two older sisters but they live a good 8 hours away near his parents. Both are married with kids of their own and those first few years, we didn’t have much of a relationship. I’d see them maybe twice a year and they were always very nice, but they’re also very busy people and we just didn’t talk much outside of those in-person gatherings. My husband is also notoriously bad for keeping in touch with people, even his sisters, so weekly calls or monthly check-ins are done by way of asking his parents how they’re doing.
Now they’ve jumped on the texting and Facebook bandwagon and they send us pics of the kids, text to see how I’m doing, and it’s just…nice. My in-laws have always been awesome at making me feel like part of the family but growing closer to my SILs has made our visits so much more enjoyable. I actually look forward to spending time at their houses, all of us “kids” together talking about the crazy things my husband did as a kid that he doesn’t remember, laughing at the time S peed herself at a Broadway show, or marveling over how in the heck E has managed to have 5 kids and yet keep it all together. And I have to chuckle to myself whenever we finally get back to my in-laws house and they’re like “What the heck TOOK you so long to come home!” (His parents love having us there and get a little jealous when we spend too much time in town but away from them. It’s kind of cute.) Getting in trouble for staying out too late with his sisters makes us feel like rebels.
In short, I’m thankful to finally have sisters.
(aren’t they pretty?)