Happy days. Slung down low on the sofa next to my Sister, slurping up truths with our morning coffee and digging for answers amidst the croissant crumbs. The solidity of a quiet agreement of things that go without saying because they have always done so. Remembering what once was and who we once were without being precious about it because a certain now is just too appealing.
Happy Days. With a bit of puffed up pride introducing her to my world, this glowing Provence. Of sun tilted up, the castanets click of the cigales and the café chatter well into the night. Watching the ripple of discovery wash over her beautiful face or the pucker up tight from something different, like the tang from a fresh prune. I relax because she is relaxed and there is that electric wire of family between us.
Happy Days. Seeing her get to know my honey better and be wooed by my charmer of a pup. Of my getting to meet her wonderful companion and the joy I feel in seeing them together. Here. I am gathering up these memories to keep me warm in the winter of their absence, coming soon. But for now I will just be and enjoy.
So tell me, where did I take these photos? Any guesses?
Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead.
Happy days make very happy memories, Heather… We shall meet for a cheer up lunch once Robin has gone?? xv
Oh my goodness! Hello everyone and thank you so very much for all of these lovely comments. Most of you know how I prefer to respond to each of you but I also imagine that you will understand that I am spending the time to do so with my Sister! We just her very charming boyfriend off this morning–yes, he noticed so many similar verbal quirks that we have!–and will be spending the day just us two as Remi is on a shoot!
I will reread these comments when I am feeling low after Robin goes–thank you again everyone for your thoughtful and generous support!
Heather you're marvelous! I admire your talent to embrace and capture the tiniest nuances of the moment and make them echoing in so many hearts. Thank you.
You are right Heather re the ease to slip back into the comfort of so many memories!! These sisters are to be cherished!!
I don't know where this is but it sure is incredible!! Loved reading this post! I have a sister and would love to get to spend quality time with her! She lives right down the street from me and we hardly get to see each other because of our businesses, etc… That should not be an excuse! thanks for reminding me of the importance of laughter, and giggles, and time spent enjoying each others company simply because we are siblings! This was beautiful!
P.S. reading that previous comment over again, I see how it could be misleading. I should clarify that not "ALL" of us are twins….just three generations of one particular line.
My mother once wondered out-loud if "maybe it's genetic", and my father (yet another franteral twin) told her "No…not unless the men in this family have a genetic predisposition for marrying women with sloppy fallopian tubes".
—-david
It's just an easy bond, with family, isn't it? Even if there are fallings out over the years, as there are in most families, there is still a link that binds, the familiarity of a shared history perhaps. Or of recognisable gestures, linked through genetics or mimicry, which brings a certain comfort and ease. It's wonderful that you are getting to spend this time together – forming new memories to treasure and protect. xx
Hi Heather,
I am one of five girls and I dearly love being with my sisters. This Spring, one of my sisters came along on a seven day Rhine river cruise.. Her very first trip to Europe…I know the joy of seeing the delight in ones eyes! Your pictures are beautiful!
Janey
I am not sure where you took the photos but wherever it is is very beautiful. Maybe I'll hazard a guess and say somewhere in France 😉
Sounds wonderful! I'll be there next week! Glad you are enjoying your time with your sister.