Growing up (many moons ago now) I was a horrible sister. That 2 year difference gave me the power to be as mean and bossy as I wanted! It didn’t help that my little sister was perfect, annoyingly, irritantingly perfect. In my mothers eyes she could do no wrong, and if I’m honest she probably never did any wrong.
And man I tried, I really, really tried to find any excuse to get her down to my mean little level.
But she was just too bloody nice.
My little brother somehow managed to escaped my tickle battles and constant jibes, luckily for him the extra years between us meant he never hit my radar.
Which makes the fact my sister is now my best and closet friend even more bizarre and proof that blood can be thicker than water. She’s never once reminded me of how horrid I was, to her it’s all about the moment and how close we’ve grown throughout our adult years.
And what really makes me smile is that our children are just as inseparable and adore each other’s company as much as we do. It’s more than I could’ve ever wished for, to see them locked in each others worlds, like the rest of the world ceases to exist is the most heart warming sight to see.
No matter how long or how far the distance and time is between them, they simply pick up from where they left off like it was only yesterday when they were sat on the beach, throwing pebbles in the sea. So this week’s Living Arrows photo (I know I’ve missed a few!) and Ordinary Moments is an ode to siblings and cousins, making happy memories and enjoying an ordinary childhood.