I think my and my sister's kids kind of forget how much they enjoy each other in between visits, and then to see them together again -- oh! These younger versions of us, so different from us.
So much about my sister reminds me of her as the child I lived with for eighteen years. In just as many ways, she's unrecognizable to me as that same girl. She and I, we have some of the same mannerisms, some of the same physical characteristics, just as you'd expect. Cal and Abbott's teachers immediately guessed, without introduction, that she was my sister. I had forgotten how much she talks with her hands. Over the weekend I noticed for the first time, her hands and feet look nothing like mine, much to my surprise. My hands have always reminded me of my mom's.
Wishing we didn't live so very far apart. Thinking ahead to the next time we'll all be together, and wondering how we'll be different and how we'll be similar, then.