..and that's a good thing, because I wouldn't trade the one I've got.
I've been thinking a lot about my sister, Rhonda, the last couple of days.
She would kill me if she saw me now.
No, she won't. She knows me too well. It's not that I don't care about getting my hair done. It's just that everytime I think about it, there's a compelling reason not to go. Like, I'm down to my last $20. Or it's too late in the day. Or, I'll do it tomorrow. Or...holy cow, has it really been almost a year?
She would just shake her head, get out her scissors and order me to sit down. She might even fuss a little bit. Then she would drape me in a black tarp, mix up some odd-looking concoction in an interesting shade of purple, and would set about the business of making me look beautiful.
Sometimes, she won't even tell me what she's doing. She just wants to know if I want to wear my hair long or short. Then she'll come up with a style or a coloring technique that is beyond what I would even know to ask for, but rocks! And the style depends on how long she expects it to be before she sees me again. Will it need to be something that looks good as it grows out?
I never look better than when she is around, and you can tell I haven't seen her in a year.
(Actually, somebody at Stella will be taking care of that very soon, thanks to a very dear friend. I'm so blessed by the people in my life!!!)
Rhonda is in Germany right now. Her husband is stationed in Heidelberg. And I got to go visit last year! That was a major coup for me, let me tell you. When I was married, the farthest away we got was Ohio and Jacksonville. (Ohio, by the way, SUCKS as a weekend trip!) I didn't get to visit Rhonda and Jeff when they lived in Alaska. It cost too much and was just unfathomable. I honestly never even entertained the thought that I could go.
But Germany? As a single parent? Wild horses couldn't keep me away (and I no longer had a husband who would try.) It took almost all of my tax refund, but I would do it again in a minute! The kids and I stayed two weeks over spring break. I got to read to my nephew Ricky's first-grade class, then-4-year-old Bekah got to feel grown up running all over base with her older cousins and without parent. I got to see the Alps (no amount of breathtaking photography will ever do them justice. They're just amazing.). And castles. And an amphitheater built by Hitler.
Rhonda and I sat up talking all hours of the night. We hung out with her friends, and went bowling, cooked Easter dinner and sang karaoke.
Out of all the people in my life, and there are so many good ones, she is probably my best friend. No one else has really been there through it all right there with me. She's always defended me like no one else. There's a six-hour time difference now, so we don't get to talk very often. We both get so busy. But hopefull she'll be home soon, and I'll have my karaoke buddy back, and my #1 hairstylist.
Even if only for a little while. I'm praying they'll be stationed on the East coast somewhere, where maybe I can afford to go visit about every three months, and she can come home sometimes.
I miss her. :(
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