Sunday, November 22, 2009

There Were Never Such Devoted Sisters . . .

Okay, this sentence is going to sound really redundant, but I'm saying it, anyway: my sister and I are soo related. I know that goes without saying (see, tom? i'm not adopted!), but yesterday just reasserted to me that, despite the eight-year gap between me and my sister, we're quite a bit alike. My great-aunt Lillian passed away last week, so my dad flew down for the funeral in Spanish Fork yesterday, and Kelly and I went, as well. Well, she and I had a really good time trying to find the correct chapel (dad came down earlier than we did with his bro), and when we finally pulled into a parking lot with a hearse, we were both pretty happy that the search was over. To which Kelly said, "Kind of morbid to be happy to see a hearse." How true that is.

Anyway, after the funeral and seeing the extended fam, Dad hung out with us, his beautiful daughters, until it was time to go to the airport. So we hung out and chatted a bit before heading over to the music store. It was pretty darn laughable. Dad said he enjoyed seeing us so animated, but I'm sure it looked pretty funny to the outside observer, seeing three people just hunched over the choral music, saying, "Oh, I found this!", "Oh, you like this? Me, too! Grab me one!", and "Dad, go grab us this" (okay, dad didn't say that; we said it to him). What a good sport our dad was to put up with our antics. With probably two exceptions, Kelly and I got the same music (made for a fun time when we stepped away from the choral music and then had to go back to find duplicates). Even after we had definitely decided we were done (after . . . an hour? maybe more?) and Dad was graciously buying the music for us, Kelly and I were still having a grand old time seeing different sections of music and getting a little too excited about them.

Then we headed back to my place and played through all of the music we had purchased, with the exception of one of the four (that's right--four) versions of "Silent Night" we got. Dad says he wants us to move up to Oregon, but I think that he only wants us to do that so we'll sing in his ward choir. So, yeah. Maybe our excitement over finding music is kind of silly, but I think it's a good example of the similarities between me and Kelly. There are more, but this one is easily the most . . . observable. I wonder what it would have been like had Mom been there, as well. hmm . . .

-Me

"It is true that I was born in Iowa, but I can't speak for my twin sister." -Abigail Van Buren

2 comments:

VK said...

I want you to pick out my music! You guys just know the good stuff.

El Guapo said...

You were totally adopted.