Rhonda

My Sister, My Friend 

“Oh, I think he’s pretty!” my first words about my new baby sister. I was almost three years old, and she was just so tiny. I had no idea what an impact this little being would have on my life.

My baby sister, I wanted to do everything for her. I wanted to change her diapers, feed and put her down for naps. Of course, I was much too little to do it on my own, but Mom would always let me help.  I wonder if our mother could possibly have known how much she was fostering the long-term, loving relationship we share to this day.

One never knows where an accidental conversation will lead. One evening at a social gathering, when I was in college, I was involved in a conversation with a fellow I'd talked to several times before. He wanted to tell me about something, in fact, I can't at all remember what it was. But at the time, it was quite important to him and I was giving the topic my full attention. Try as I might though, I couldn't ignore another conversation going on nearby among a group of men and women. At the center of the discussion was the topic of travel. Soon I became aware of a fellow among that group whose travel interests and desires were very similar to my own. And on top of that, he had a terrific, wry sense of humor. This was Gregg, the man I would one day marry, but I couldn't have known that at the time.