One of the things I’ve enjoyed most about being back in Minnesota is my relationship with my sister-in-law, Angie. We are married to brothers, and our girls are only 5 months apart in age. The girls are besties, and it’s a rare weekend when Emma and Abigail don’t spend at least one day together. They’re even in dance together, on Tuesday nights.
Because dance class is closed to parents, Angie and I spend the time outside of class chatting with each other. We cover a lot of subjects, from what we’re bringing to Sunday dinner to who is sleeping at which house this weekend.
I’ve started to think of Tuesdays as our “Meeting night.” Both Angie and I have been known to write notes, to remember what we want to talk to each other about.
I’m blessed to have this relationship with my sister-in-law. I know all too well how families can have their differences and not get along. I love the fact that Angie is one of my closest friends, and she’ll answer a goofy text from me without thinking twice about it.
I like to think of us as the Deborah (me) and Amy (Angie) in our big crazy family.
I’m so glad we have each other.