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August 25, 2007 by Tricia Goyer 3 Comments

The Wait …

Right this moment I am waiting for my sister to arrive with her family. They will be here for a week for vacation.

Did I mention that this is the first time my sister’s whole family will be at my home? No, we’re not mad at each other. No, I am not in the witness protection program. Yes, my sister found me 10 months ago. We have the same dad, and our first communication happened …

10.17.06

In my inbox.

“Hello … I don’t know how to start this …”

Needless to say, that email changed my life.

And so I’m waiting.

Happy. Smiling. In disbelief.

It sounds like something someone could write in a novel. Hmmmm … if I only knew an author.

But it’s not fiction. It’s true.

Did I mention my favorite movie growing up was The Parent Trap? Since I didn’t know my biological dad I always dreamed of having a sister out there.

Turns out I have four.

They are great. They look like me. My sister Lesley and I looked at our toes. We have the same toes.

Do you know how weird that is for someone who grew up not knowing they had a sister?

I’m still waiting.

The house is clean.

I went shopping at Costco.

I want to make sure I got food they liked. Since I spent $449.51, I hope I found something they like.

Of course, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen my sister. This is the fourth time. (It was the second time when we compared our toes.)

I like her and my other sisters so much that I let my daughter travel down and stay with them for a week. My daughter has met family members I’ve yet to met. My daughter sent me a picture of her hair. Her pink hair. Yes, she has pink, PINK, highlights. Good thing I like my sister.

I’m still waiting.

I bought fresh flowers. For the porch and for my kitchen.

They smell nice.

Thirty minutes ago my sister texted me. She said, “Go wait outside.”

I did.

She texted me a minute later. “Hahahaha. We’re still 75 miles away.”

Nice. So I sniffed the flowers, came back inside, and decided to blog.

Blogging SUCKS away my time. I’m hoping it works this time.

So …

Okay …

Yeah …

I think I’ll go back to the porch.

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  1. Lesley says

    August 25, 2007 at 7:53 pm

    HaHAHAAHAHA you make me laugh. I love you!!!! We’re here finally. 🙂

    Reply
  2. E Bussey says

    August 25, 2007 at 9:06 pm

    Love it! I’m puddling my keyboard as I know you are enjoying that great company at this very minute.

    You and I HAVE got to meet someday! I am continually amazed by our unique and yet similar lives. Can I adopt you as a sister?

    Have a great week! Be blessed.

    Reply
  3. Laura @ Laura Williams' Musings says

    August 27, 2007 at 2:35 pm

    awww, Enjoy your visit y’all!!!

    Reply

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