My sister and I have had a tumultuous relationship over the years. It was a combination of strong personalities, being just close enough in age to compete with each other, and a number of life choices and petty resentments that culminated in us not talking to each other for almost two years. In the last couple of years we've repaired our relationship and are now closer than we have been in a long time. I didn't realize how much I'd missed her until she was back in my life. But now she's back, and she's brought with her the cutest, sweetest little girl I didn't give birth too.
At a family event over the holiday someone asked us how it was to be moms together. My sister and I, in our younger years, took full advantage of youthful stupidity. There were a few summers that can wake me in a cold sweat now that I will someday have a teenage daughter of my own. But man, were they fun. We were young, had bodies we wouldn't appreciate until they were gone, and nothing but time and imagination. We were trouble personified.
I've got to say, this is even better.