Today was sort of taking a big dive the later the hours carried on. It ended with me sharing a text conversation with my brother Collin.
Then, out of nowhere my phone rang and it was him on the other end.
Sometimes I play it cool and try to act like I'm totally okay with not talking to them much; not seeing their faces or their families very often.
But the truth is that I'm not. I'm not cool with it.
I miss them. I miss what our relationship could be if I got to be around them more, and got to see their faces - hear their voices. Sometimes I find myself mourning the loss of something that seems out of reach, but that I feel entitled to as a sister.
And tonight I got to have a conversation that I needed to have because my brother had the intuition to pick up the phone and just call me.
Tonight I am thankful for just that. That conversation and how it transformed my night.