Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
and wouldn’t you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
and who will be her lover?
From Rhiannon, by Fleetwood Mac
As I was leaving my brother’s wedding last week, he said, “this better make it into your blog!” I promised him at least two entries. My first post in honor of his nuptials, Here’s Looking at You Kid, is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written to date. It didn’t, however, tell the story about how I feel about his lovely new wife, Rhiannon. So this post, sister, is for you.
Growing up, I didn’t think a lot about having a sister. I had my brother, and that was enough for me. We talked about everything, shared a love for movies and music, and had more fun together than I ever had with any of my friends. As we got older I would occasionally think about the inevitable–that Josh would one day fall and love and get married–and I always assumed that would make me sad. I wondered if I could ever like the person he would marry.
As I write this today, however, the memories I’m cherishing aren’t memories of something I’ve lost, but something I’ve gained.
I’m thinking back to the holidays that we’ve spent together as a family since Rhiannon has come into our lives, and the vivacious energy and zest for life that she brings.
I’m thinking about all of the times she has come over simply to spend time with us, whether she is creating art with Theo, holding Oliver, or simply sitting in our living room having great conversation with me and Mike.
I’m thinking about how happy she makes my brother, and how contagious that happiness can be; life and love fill up any room Rhiannon is in.
I’m thinking about how kind and generous she is. She is always willing to help, to teach, or to care for the people in her life. I’m thinking about how she volunteered her time and clay to teach the girls in my youth group about pottery. I’ll never forget how alive she became as she sat behind her potters wheel and spun something beautiful out of nothing.
I’m thinking about how I’ve gained a friend. One year ago today, I was lying in a hospital bed, alone and very, very sick. I don’t remember much about that experience, but I do remember waking up, seeing Rhiannon at my side, holding my hand.
Today, I’m thinking about all of the fun, love, compassion and support that have entered my life since I’ve met Rhiannon. I’m so happy to call her my sister, but even happier to call her my friend. I love you, my sweet little warrior princess.