The Peace of Euclid!

Everytime I celebrate my beloved sister's birthday, I remember the love that we have. This love was nurtured through many vehicles. The pain and the exultation of the drama that was the love of little sisters. We had everybody wishing for a sisterhood like ours. I can't believe that I was 4 years old when she was born. I thought of her as a tiny baby and I thought that I was a grown person. My favorite, violent memory{and there are many} was a day that I came to Grandma Ruth's house and I saw my sweet baby sister and bent over to catch her as I had done so many times before. She came running, she was 3 or 4 and I was 7 or 8. I felt like I was very much older than her. I squatted to catch my adoring and running sister, like they do in the movies. Her fist hit me in the chest and she had run from the top of Grams steps and she knocked me to the ground with a full heavy blow of her body. She didn't even stop to see if I lived through the ordeal. She ran and hid. If it weren't for the love of math,{in God's mercy} that gave us something else to think about, other than our continuous conflicts we would have killed eachother. I know, if I had found her, after that, I would have pounded her to bits. I didn't even remember, once I had finished my math homework. The things that distract us enough not to kill eachother can be manifold. I like to thank Euclid as an aid to beat our swords to plowshears. It was true in our house, for sure. We lived to be 46 and 50 and haven't killed eachother yet. In fact, we learned to love eachother, from a distance. :)