Sisters Weekend. Encore, Please.
“How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that.
How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty.
And yet it all seems limitless.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
My sister Melanie included the quote above in a book she made me for my high school graduation. I think of it often. However bleak the author’s intentions, it keeps me aware of the precious moments and relationships that define our lives
If the weekend away with my sisters in Martha’s Vineyard didn’t swirl up specific memories of afternoons in our childhood spent together, it certainly swelled with a general vision of who we are as sisters and how undeniably richer our lives are for having each other in them.
This was my 35th birthday celebration weekend. My sisters treated me like a birthday queen all weekend. We’re all hoping it was only the first of many sisters’ getaways. Though sometimes, we will bring our husbands. And our kids. And our parents.
Lots of islanders and tourists recognized us as sisters. We giggled at our differences.
In wake-up times.
Kim: 5:30 a.m. Me: 9:00 a.m. Melanie: Later than that.
In pedicure polish.
You can guess who’s who.
In taste buds.
Them: tuna steak, clam chowder, calamari, lobster, chorizo, ham.
Me: Salad, pizza, artichokes, chicken, turkey.
Food Photography by Kimberly Matus
In fashion.
For the 15 mile round-trip coastal bike ride from Edgartown to Vineyard Haven, Melanie and I donned our finest wicking, athletic wear and sneakers.
Kim, our consummate fashionista, dressed like this:
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