Dream Vacation Part Three

We went on vacation with my sister, her husband, and her 3 month old son. When I told her that I was planning on writing about the trip, her first response was well writing about me will take up at least one post. I am pretty sure that meant I was supposed to write a post about her. So here it goes.

This one is for you baby sis.

I love traveling with my sister and her husband for various reasons:

They are incredibly hip. As in almost hipster hip. They dress so hipster cool all the time. It is great being seen out with them. Even if we just run to the store they look like they stepped out of an urban outfitter catalog. Therefor, I am cooler by association. Or I look lame next to them not quite sure yet.

In a family of tradition conservatives they are the only ones I can actually have discussions with that don’t end in you need to watch Fox News. Not having anyone to talk to in your family about life is hard. It wears on you emotionally. So simply being able to talk is more of a blessing than I could imagine.

She has the super human ability to only take perfect pictures. Since we are southern, and every good southern family puts on jeans and white t-shirts to take family beach pics, that is what we did. I consider myself a fairly attractive lady. Even a student today told me in the lunch line that I was really pretty for a teacher. But, I cannot photograph to save my live. My sister, however, should have been a model. Every photograph is flawless. Even if you spook her at the moment you take the picture. My dad told me that when we were kids and getting our yearly church family portrait when my sister went up to take her photo, I said “I hate her. She always takes good pictures.”

Growing up we were not those sisters that did everything together. But every year we grow closer and closer. And now that we are both moms with kids close in age I have more fun with her than I ever did growing up.

I love you baby sister.

 

 

12 thoughts on “Dream Vacation Part Three

  1. Unfortunately, as much as I love my blood relatives, there is really no one except my MIL who I can have a long conversation with that doesn’t end in “you need to watch Fox.” This makes me appreciate your sis and my mother-in-law even more.

  2. Know a bunch of women from the South who, not being conservative/evangelical in what they say or do, feel they can’t speak when with family. Have to completely deny or lie about being themselves. Shame. There also seems to be the implicit threat of emotional (physical?) violence.

    There is the code of honor in the South which demands physically defending/fighting for your clan/tribe and ideas they espouse. Pretty creepy — but human. In certain geographies.

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