What will I do?

For the most part, I look forward to moving away in the fall. But it has come to my attention that I will not know what to do without my sister living merely a bedroom away. (Half the time living in the same bedroom.)

In the hustle and bustle of the morning, it is surprisingly easy to leave the house with a lone sock. And then to not even realize this until it is too late. I sat there at work foolishly barefoot. Disgusted by the thought of a sockless foot in my shoe all day during one-hundred degree weather. Only a sister would have enough love to wake up before her alarm and rescue me. She brought me a sock, increasing the comfort and success of my entire day.

Later on in the same week.

I, already in the shower, neglected to notice an empty shampoo bottle before it was too late. Only a sister would interrupt her hair curling to rescue me. She brought me a replacement bottle, saving me an awkward, dripping trip down the stairs. Only sisters would have a conversation as follows:

"This shampoo smells like glory."
"Glory?"
"Yes. Glory. And wonder. And sweet, sweet victory."
Laughter.

Oh how I will miss her.