Last night, I went to dinner at Tessa with Mom and three of my four sisters. We talked and laughed and shared yummy food (think: lamb meatballs, tuna tartar, shaved brussels). When the meal was over, we headed back out into the gorgeous April night here in New York City and stood on the sidewalk for a bit before saying goodnight.
On the walk home with my younger sisters, I thought about the theme of sisters, of how my childhood was spent sandwiched between two older and two younger sisters, how we are now raising three little girls of our own, three tight-knit sisters, how this fact of sisterhood is, and will continue to be, part, likely a profound part, of their individual identities too.
Back home, we three youngest Donnelley girls settled on the couch with Husband to watch two episodes of the hilarious new show The Detour. We laughed so hard and just spent time together. It was simple and nice. I realized then that I long for more of these nights, nights with my sisters and my mom. But life is life and we all have our own worlds, worlds that take us in different directions so much of the time, but worlds that also overlap when we are lucky, like they did last night.
On the sidewalk after dinner, it was youngest sister who said we should get a picture of the four of us. And so we squished together for this silly selfie I’m so happy to have.
We stood there, in the middle of our big city, blocks from our colorful childhood home, and for a sweet moment, we did the impossible.
We stopped time.