My sister is coming to visit tomorrow, and it’s at just the right time. It’s always at the right time–one I can hardly plan and didn’t know I needed until after she arrives. Then she parks the van, and the kids tumble out, and I realize I almost wasn’t making it before but that I didn’t know it.
And then I feel that jolt, you know the one, when you jerk in bed because you think you’re falling off the edge, and your heart is left racing at something that never happened.
Sometimes my heart races when she and I are sipping coffee in my kitchen because, what if she hadn’t come right when she did? But then I tell myself it’s just a bad dream. Because she always comes when I need her.
