Sisterhood

I just finished reading Sisterhood Everlasting, the last and recent installment in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series.

It made me cry, as several of the other books have.  Not always because of the subject matter, but because, though I am not a Carmen, or a Tibby, or a Bridget, or a Lena, nor do I know anyone that fits very well in any of those molds, I do fancy myself part of a sisterhood.  I have an amazing group of girls, some of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and I hope our lives are as forever entwined as The Septembers'.

As much as I worry about being left alone and left behind in several aspects of my life, I hope to see a day of rocking in a chair on a big porch, surrounded by familiar grey-haired friends, children running in the yard, getting along as though no time has passed.


Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another.  We go on together.