Daytona Beach, August 2004We were driving back from a Sisters Only trip to St. Augustine together, and had stopped in Daytona for a bite to eat. We pulled up beside this car with the windows rolled down and heard the snoring. We grinned at each other as I whipped out my camera. I had the distinct feeling that these were sisters also driving back home from a Sisters Only trip from somewhere and they needed a little rest along the way. I remember turning to my sister and noting that that would be us someday, the little dark-haired old lady (my sister) and the little white-haired old lady (me) snoozing in the car together on their journey.
I can only hope we will be so lucky to be alive and in the same place when we are in our 70s, 80s, or even 90s. Sitting on the porch behind a white picket fence, sipping iced tea on our rockers, watching the world go by.
I think if it were really us we would be holding hands... or my snoring would have woken you up and you'd be tapping me with your footsie to get me to turn left...
ReplyDeleteI love my sister. On my goals sheet my afternoon class did as an activity I wrote that I want to live closer to my sister, so I can sip tea NOW on the porch, and watch the world go by!