Family's like a prickly pear, all thorny on the outside and tough as nails to get into. On the inside delicious flesh that you want to squish into your mouth in one go. Sometimes.
Last night the Other C (my younger sister) spent the night. J and C have been eagerly anticipating her stay, asking every night how many more sleeps until she stays over. We treated her to dinner at Primi Piatti, it's her 34th birthday (yes for those who follow my blog I made damn sure she's turning 34!) on the 4th of June.
She's 5 years younger than me, we grew up effectively in different generations and only really started getting along when she finished high school and started working. Now that we are both in our 30s, the age difference is immaterial.
She also lives 15oo miles away and we only get to see each other once a year for any length of time. Having her sleep over last night was great! The kids got to stay up past their bedtime, J got his birthday present, I got mine, she got hers...we're all happy!
That is until this morning. J and C woke up before Other C left and got to say goodbye (until probably December). J dropped her off at her office on his way to work. About 20 minutes after she left, C dropped her cereal spoon and ran to the bathroom. Crying. I spent the next few minutes trying to calm her down and assure her that we would see Other C again. It's heartbreaking watching a 6 year old child cry her heart out and there is nothing you can do to comfort her.
Living so far away has huge benefits but the downside...not being able to see those family members you want to squish......that sucks donkey balls.