My sister lives in California. This makes me especially sad because three pieces of my heart live in California with her. The first part, Catie, she’s my girl. She’s my Catie: I’m her Aunt Pim. We just fit.
I’m always anxiously waiting at the airport. And I always rush to scoop up my Catie first. That hug brings our hearts back together. It connects us after too long a time apart. Her twiggy little arms wrap around me and my untwiggy arms wrap round her. I get to smell the California sunshine and she gets to smell the Chicago cold. The time just melts away and it’s like she was never gone. It’s the best moment of our visit.
When she was about six, she said, “Aunt Pim, I’m too big now, you can’t pick me up anymore!.” Oh, challenge accepted my dear.
She’s 12 now. I still scoop her up every time she arrives or I arrive.
I don’t think she minds.