Woke up this morning with the sun warming up the bed and my body. I was in my sisters bed. She doesn’t have curtains so the sun was full on entering the window and casting its beautiful light and warmth in the room. My younger sister lying beside me. Still sleeping. I took a deep breath remembering yesterdays girls night. It put a smile on my face.
My niece got her big girls bed yesterday. She was so happy and excited. We all (me, my older sister, younger sister and my niece) laid in her new bed watching the Swedish song competition determining who’s representing Sweden at Eurovision. We picked on each other like sisters do. Making jokes and annoying the hell out of one another with a loving touch. Still not wanting to move away from or distance ourselves.
When it was time for my niece to go to bed she asked me if I could join her. If I could lay down beside her until she fell asleep - her first night and first time sleeping in her room. I was honored. What a beautiful thing to be able to do and take part in. The instructions were clear. Auntie, you put me to bed but don’t fall asleep. You need to stay awake. Hug me and play my favorite music. I always sleep to music and my mom always hugs me and waits until I fall asleep. Sometimes she sings to me. But you just need to hug me and play the music. I will fall asleep on my own and when I do mom is going to come to sleep in my bed when it’s time for the adults to go to bed. I did exactly as she said. I asked my sister for the music and laid down next to her, hugging her tiny little body. She was so happy and excited for her new bed in her own room. I could feel her emotions sipping out of her body and showering me with the love and beautiful wonders of life. All things new. All thing still magical. I hugged her tight and she happily fell asleep. For the first time. In her new big girl bed.
Coming out of her room I entered the living room and game night with my sisters. The rest of the night can be summed up with laughter and silliness. The ability to be totally and utterly an idiot and have people being able to laugh with you. At you. Loving you. Adding on the party. Giving of themselves. No ego in the way. Laughing in the face of all our egos. Putting them in a row and going at them one by one. Until we get so comfortable that we go at our own. We take our masks of and rest. Together we rest. Knowing our bond is something greater. We’re not connected by our egos. Love shows us how we are tied together. How noise and appearance don’t mean nothing at all. How our essence is joyful and our bridge is love. Oh how wonderful life is. How beautiful we are.
My sister slept in her daughters room. I slept beside my younger sister. Before she closed her eyes to sleep she said she wanted to give me a hug. What she didn’t know was that I’ve already been sleeping for a while. But somehow I woke up with that sentence and I took the opportunity to hug my sister. She told me she loved me. No words were needed. I felt it. Our bridge is solid. Love is flowing freely. I made some jokes about the nitpicking earlier that day. We laughed it off. We laughed our egos off. I kissed her forehead. We said our good nights and I went back to sleep.
Woke up this morning with the sun warming up my body. I was in my sisters bed. She doesn’t have curtains so the sun was full on entering the window and casting its beautiful light and warmth in the room. My younger sister lying beside me. Still sleeping. I took a deep breath remembering yesterdays girls night. It put a smile on my face.
When my sister woke up we looked at each other and smiled. We shared our gratitude for yesterday, each other, life and the sun. As I’m writing this I’m sitting in the sun on my sisters balcony overlooking the icy water, nature, people walking by and far far away I see the city. The airplanes are casting huge shadows on the surface of the icy water when flying low, preparing to land not far away from here. The suns reflection in the water is hitting me in the face. I’m wearing sunglasses writing this. It’s minus 2 degrees Celsius outside. On the balcony it feels more like 25. Listening to Trevor Hall singing about carrying love. My cup is full.
Build your bridge. Come in love.