our hands together
folded...in the sheets
As I folded sheets the other day, my mind wandered back to my childhood. My sister and I would fold sheets together to keep them from dragging on the floor, standing face to face, chest to chest, arms outstretched, snapping the sheets with a sharp pop to smooth them as we folded them. I closed my eyes briefly and could see her beautiful golden brown eyes on the other side of the sheet, smiling at me as we shared a laugh along with our task.
How I longed to go back for just an instant. To share a laugh, a whispered joke, a secret between us. Or just a look. That secret look sisters share. The look that lets you know your sister understands you. Accepts you. Loves you. The look that says everything.
Love, folded in the sheets.
life is good.