Night Sister

I am the night sister. I have dark hair, dark eyes and end every single day talking to my sis. As her hubby explained, we call him Oz, we have ended up worlds apart…literally. It has been a hard adjustment, but also a learning experience for us both. We talk daily, usually gossiping and laughing over topics such as cooking, fashion, decorating, families, marriage and babies. Our everyday lives however, could not be more opposite. She lives the glamorous big city life…with a million beaches to choose from I might add, while I live the small town life in Oklahoma. Although my world ticks at a much different pace, I still consider it glamorous, of sorts. My husband, a retired NFL football player, spends his time on the family cattle ranch, while I stay home managing the brood. Well, currently just one brood but we do plan on adding to the pack at some point. The Day sister, we call her Teacup, and I spend hours everyday laughing (or complaining) about how different but equally perfect our lives are. Yesterday for example, she was trying to decide the best route to take to work, hoping to avoid the millions of people and cars also making the daily commute, often getting stuck at stop lights, waiting on cross walks, etc. I on the other hand, had made my weekly commute to the ranch delivering lunch to my irresistible Carhart Cowboy. A 15-mile drive into the country, no lights, no crosswalks, and if you are lucky you may even pass a car or two along the way. Chances are you will know the person behind the wheel as they roll down the window giving that signature ‘welcome to the country’ wave. Life for me, the night sister, is quite simple; it is everything I never knew I wanted. It is home cooked meals, wild flowers, cows, fish, sweat and dirt. It is wonderful and marvelous, and I thank my Carhart Cowboy everyday for bringing me back down to earth. Now, if only we could figure out a way to move Australia closer to Oklahoma.