Background - I’ve been thinking a lot about my four siblings the last two days, two older sisters and a younger sister and brother (I’m the stereotypical “middle” child). I have a vision of us laughing it up in a bar in Ireland, clinking our cold, foamy glasses of Guinness together as we enjoy a loud, crass walk down memory lane! We don’t spend nearly enough time together.
S.C.O.U.T. - Day two of my sibling obsession and I’m finishing up some shopping at Costco when my phone rings; it’s my brother John! Not so weird that he would call so I didn’t think much of it, and was happy to get a moment to catch up. Heading out of Costco with my cart, I come upon my little sister Alison in the food court having lunch with her husband and two boys! I laugh it off and take a moment to catch up as the tingle begins to creep down my spine; I have only run into her once here in 12 long years. In addition, she tells me how she had a weird feeling when they walked in that she was going to see me here today; tingle picking up in intensity! We start talking about my oldest sister, Jennifer, when… my phone rings. It’s my oldest sister Jennifer just calling to say hi! Now I feel like I’ve been jolted with a good dose of electricity! Lastly, my little sister Alison tells me they are meeting my last sister, Deirdre, at the Newseum the next day and that I should come. Needless to say, I went to complete my sibling reunions, all the while thanking God, the “powers that be” and the universe for sending each of my siblings across my path. How uncanny that I should see or talk to each and every one of them within hours of longing for a reunion.
My goofy dog Scout doesn’t think it’s weird at all and just wants to know if he can come to Ireland with us. Fat chance.
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