Life as Lou

My Sister

  • July 14, 2008 10:09 am


I have a little sister named Janice. We grew up ignoring each other or trying very hard to get the other in trouble. Or I should say she tried. Janice was an expert at getting me in trouble for doing absolutely nothing. One time she must have been in a bad mood because when I walked by her on the stairs and smiled and patted her shoulder in a very friendly, sisterly manner, she gave me the look of death and walked calmly and deliberately down the stairs. When she reached the bottom step, she smirked at me and then with every ounce of energy she possessed, she screamed bloody murder that I was beating her.

I was severely punished, and yet in awe of her power.

When she was about two years older she made another attempt to get me in hot water by writing on my bedroom door in teal Crayola marker the words, “Leah’s Room”. My mother saw it and she was not pleased. She stared at me, stared at the handwriting and then very quickly realized that it was far too neat to be my ten year old self’s handwriting. It had to belong to my six year old sister. Ha!

Jan and I grew up and right when she turned into an interesting person, I turned into an adult and ran off to college, and then to marriage and motherhood. We spoke on the phone a bit, but not much. I like my sister. We just never had much in common.

Then she turned into an adult and married a Brit and ran away to jolly old England. All it took was the phone calls turning into $20′s a pop and suddenly we just can’t stop calling each other (yes, we both got very reasonable international plans. $2 a minute is INSANE AT&T. This is not the dark ages, this is the 21st century. Calls should be cheap).

All this calling back and forth and e-mailing quickly took my sister and turned her into my best friend, so how lucky was I to have her come all the way from England to visit me? For ten days we played. We went to every scrapbook store in a 60 mile radius. We went to a crop. We saw movies. We went to the temple. We hung out and totally enjoyed each other’s company, and I was so sad to see her go. Why in the world won’t the Air Force station us in England?

leah & jan

It had been three years since we saw each other. That is way too long, and sadly, the reality when you live on different continents and plane tickets are upwards of a grand. I’m still hoping it won’t be that long again.

Luv ya, Sanisi! ]]>


  1. Laura from Flint says:

    Oh, Miss Leah .. you totally made me cry. It, too, have a sister far, far away. Isn’t it wonderful to find that other part of you in someone who has known you forever? They’re great when they grow up, huh? Keep it comin’ sister-friend!

  2. Robyn says:

    < ![CDATA[Come by and say hello and see me! I have posted some pics! Did something very new to me...eeekkk! Had some fun but thought I would give it a try!

  3. Ewonne says:

    What a lovely story! So much like my own little sister and I growing up, not the best of friends as kids but very close as adults. We also live apart, not in different countries but far enough, we only meet a couple of times a year! So I really enjoyed reading your story. TFS!!

  4. Camilla E says:

    Me and my sister were fought like dogs and cats when we lived together. But now when we’re apart we’re the best of friends. Fortunately me and my husband moved back to my hometown a couple of years back, so now I have my sister only five minutes away :-)

  5. gina says:

    Aaawwww Que Lindo!!!! Beautiful!!!

  6. amie says:

    So sweet! glad you could hang out!

  7. Margarite says:

    I love all of my sisters so much and it will be hard to be away from them again. Thank goodness it is not so far as you are apart from your sis. :)

  8. It sounds like you had a wonderful time. I have five sisters and we are all in different states except for two. It’s so hard to go so long without seeing each other. I’m so glad you got to spend that time with her.

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