Sister's Keeper

I'm fairly certain the following conversations actually took place this week between God and my oldest sister, Heather. (& I admit some literary license in the retelling of said conversations.)

MONDAY
God: I need you to get on a plane to be with Laurel.
Heather: I know. I'm trying. But she's insisting she is okay.
God: You insist harder. She showed courage but this is rough on her. She needs you while she gets over this first week of "missing".

WEDNESDAY
God: Rough night, wasn't it?
Heather: She has no regrets. But she's so sad.
God: I know. I know. The heart's a tricky thing.


THURSDAY
Heather: Today was a good day. We took the gift card the boy gave her for Christmas (to use on pedicures) and she bought a new pair of running shoes. She wants to be a runner in 2010. I think she might actually do it.
God: Oh, she will. She was born to be a runner. I've tried to tell her that before.
Heather: It helps that the shoes are really cute.
God: Sounds like my Laurel.

FRIDAY
God: You do realize you didn't just come to eat really good food, right?
Heather: Oh, we thought that was part of the "healing process".
God: [laughs]

SATURDAY
Heather: She chose the temple over shopping today. And then we went and got pedicures with the gift card the boy gave her.
God: I thought she used the gift card to buy the running shoes!
Heather: Well, she did. But...
God: Now THAT's my Laurel.


Dear Heather:
This was going to be a rough week for your sister. But, you helped her ask the right questions and remember how she felt last weekend. You helped her make sense of it all. As much as I was aware and as clearly as I was speaking to her, she needed you. And so did I. Thank you for being...your sister's keeper.
Love, God


This is us right after seeing YOUNG VICTORIA. Stop whatever you are doing right now and go see it. Seriously.
This is a sampling of just some of the yummy food this week.
And it just happens to be one of my favorite restaurants in all of SLC.
We SO thought we'd have leftovers to take home. Ooops.
Heather...43 yrs old and a pedicure virgin.
Me? Not so much. I do it all the time. I told her the "mindless magazines" are part of the experience.
How pretty are our feet? I think Heather is converted.