A number of years back we were at the Keg for dinner. We probably go every decade or so, so it was not a typical place to find me. While waiting for our food, I went downstairs to use the facilities and was following a young mom and two cute little girls who were dressed up so sweetly. As I followed her I told that mom that her girls looked adorable.
She turned around and looked at me and asked, “Do you have a sister named Jennifer?”
Yes, I do have a sister named Jennifer.
“You sound just like her,” she said.
It took a very short conversation for me to find out that the young mom was the sister of my sisters husband.
I suppose we might have seen each other at ‘my sister – her brothers’ wedding reception but that was years ago and there is no way on God’s green earth that I would have remembered meeting her. So that was a co-incidence if ever I heard one.
The world, it keeps a gettin’ smaller.
My Sister and Me