They are like jazz. Two sisters with colorful personalities packed with formidable supplies of creativity, intelligence and courage, who are truly good and decent people.
I fell in love with their mother last year. She too is like jazz. When the jazz trio is together (and when they are not, come to think of it) the closeness between them is palpable and this is because they are safe being who they are with each other. Challenges faced are seen and treated as experiences to be managed and resolved, not as opportunities to judge, damage, control or abandon each other. The deep love between these three people flourishes because it rides the wave of acceptance.
No relationship of any kind can be a healthy one if the people in the relationship can’t be who they fully are in the relationship. When I watch Anna and Emily, the glow of the joy they experience with each other is so strong I’m pretty sure I can read by their light. When they’re with their mother the glow is so strong I can read by it, but need to wear sunglasses.
I know there may be some who flinch and recoil when they learn someone they’ve fallen in love with has children. Not me. Falling in love with their mother, Christine, was like discovering this extraordinary landscape in life. Discovering and meeting her two daughters was like discovering this extraordinary landscape has two beautiful lakes on it. I am a lucky and blessed man.
Emily is 24 and Anna is 20. These two young women are doing wonderfully in life, far more than I think they give themselves credit for.
I love them, their mother and jazz. It doesn’t get much better than that.