Slightly South of Simple (Peachtree Bluff, #1)

by Kristy Woodson Harvey

Sometimes you have to have a fresh start to even be able to get out of bed.

But this was the thing about sisters. No matter how much you laughed, no matter how many hours you talked, no matter how many months you got to spend together, it never seemed like quite enough.

“It’s sister stuff,” I said. “You wouldn’t understand.”

I guess. Even the people who drive us up the wall earn a spot in our hearts.

Sometimes in the ebb and flow of life, the tide rolling in and out, as Hal would say, we forget to take the time to think about the people who really make us who we are. We forget to say thank you, to tell the people we love that we love them.

But now, when I realized again that life was short and time was fleeting, I was grateful that I had her here, that I would get to be the one to spend this time with her. Even on her bad days, I knew it was precious.

And I knew that there were some things in life, quite a few of them, in fact, that only a sister could understand.