Wine Days

We called them our wine days and that sounds like a !! woohoo !! we’re going on a bender !! type of deal, but in reality it’s crackers, cheese, a glass or two and quiet conversation. And it seems like a zillion years ago, but somewhere down the line, life interrupted our unassuming glee.

boo

So nowadays we text, sometimes often, sometimes not. She thinks of me, I think of her, we rattle off our this and that’s,

we wish and wait and hope to one day get back to where we were.

I worry about her because her selfless choice of careers has placed her on the front line in this battle dubbed COVID and the burden she carries is heavy. But she rarely complains because positivity is her style. The fear is there though, the what if’s  and why’s, the oh. no. and can’t-s  And although she is covered up and properly trained, I know she wonders.

I’ve told her before but today, I’m feeling the need to speak a little louder.

Superhero.

Yes. She is most definitely mine.

♥

I salute, I toast, I enthusiastically applaud this genuine soul I call Niece, with my pinky-swear promise of an asap return to our wine days

! ! ! ! !

& you best believe a bender type of deal it is soooooo going to be !! woohoo !!

🙂

Nicey