Apropos that I begin this blog while in a long line at Starbucks.

My sister will hear of this. (Inside joke)

She is the one who introduced me to “the precious.” GTL. GREEN TEA LEMONADE. ONE PUMP OF CLASSIC SYRUP. LIGHT ICE. Venti.

“What is this new devilry?”

“A beverage. A libation of the postmodern world. This foe is beyond both of us.”

How many sisters can effortlessly quote LOTR, tell me about the new lingo of the day, type my novel, teach me MS Excel, calculate final grades with her brother, and still be cool after claiming the Star Wars prequels are better than the original trilogy? My sister, Matthia. That’s who. But really… How in the blue blazes can she make such a claim?!?!? The prequels? Prequels?!?! Playoffs?!?! Are you kidding me?!?! Playoffs?!?! 

Sorry… Ahem…

The love I have for Matthia defies words. When I held her in my arms in ’95, the world changed. I was no longer the baby of the bunch anymore. I had a sister, and she’s the bomb and that’s that.

Except, it’s more than that.

My dad is a LOTR fanatic who desires in his innermost being that Peter Jackson make the Silmarillion so that he can witness Fëanor in all his doomed Balrog-slaying glory. As his two youngest kids, we’ve watched LOTR beyond count. So much so that we can have entire conversations about mundane events using the scripts of Fellowship, Towers, and Return. 

Except it’s more than that.

When I moved out to Cali and away from the South, she became the sibling I was closest to, distance-wise. And because of that, I’ve been able to see her more and grew much closer to her than I could have if had I lived back east. It doesn’t matter how many years separate us, I’ve always enjoyed her company and I never felt that keeping her was an obligatory chore. Just as I watched Winnie the Pooh with her as a toddler and young child, I’m doing so again with my two daughters.

Except it’s more than that.

It’s not about GTLs and LOTR. Those moments are the occasion to experience something that transcends both beverage and movie even as I thoroughly enjoy this Green Tea Lemonade and chuckle when I think of how we quote Théoden’s barbed interrogative: “Where was Gon[dor]?!” Small moments open us to the extraordinary. But the extraordinary is often cultivated in the small quiet moments.

“Back, you!!!”

Faith, hope, and love…

©2016 M. J. Sales

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