Sheesha

I am lost in what number it is.

Top 10- or is it 5?

It's one of those frequently used words of yours Alana, and I am pleased to hear it when it falls out of your mouth.

"Sheesha".

That is how you pronounce  "sister".

And I would be remiss to not acknowledge that when you and I talk, I always refer to your one and only sibling as "Sister" instead of as Sayler.

"Where's sister?...."

"Let's go get your sister..."

"Go with sister".... I often urge you, in attempts to have you shoo out of my bedroom while I am trying to hide away from my children.

And since Sheesha is your favorite person, it's not hard to get you to do anything that involves her.

You hug your sheesha every day.

Not because we tell you to.

Not because of any reason other than your strong need to put your arms around your role model and hold on- often for a full minute, waiting for sheesha to wrap her arms back around you, which she always does. 

And this has been happening since you could stand.

Your arms wrap tight, your head nestling into Sayler's washboard abs. 

It's your happy place.

And more often than not Sheesha is lying on the floor or still asleep in bed each morning, and you'll take that as an invitation to hug her horizontally. 

Sheesha will sometimes complain, trying to wriggle free.

But the attempts are futile. 

Your smile widens with your head on Sayler's chest.

May you always be so happy to hug your sheesha.