I guess that I have failed to mentioned that for a few brief months, my dreams have come true.
My sister and her family are living in the state of Washington. We have yet to live in the same state since her marriage six years ago. They've lived in Utah, DC, Utah, Chicago, Utah, Michigan, Utah, Michigan, and finally, here (did I miss any, Sarah?). It is, unfortunately, temporary, as they are in transition from grad school in Michigan to work in Okinawa. However, I take what I can get, and have been at my parents (where they are staying) at least once a week, if not more often.
For those who are unfortunate enough not to know my sister, let me give a brief intro to her family. Sarah is just under two years older than me. We shared a room growing up, and mostly loved it. I know that sisters are supposed to fight, but I don't remember fighting with her at all. Mostly we were best friends. Or friendsters.
She married Zach a year before I married Tom, and they had their first, Alyson, five months before Ella was born. (They've been best friends since they were born--they had no choice!)
Josh, their second, arrived 5 months before Rico-man, and two weeks after Louie was born, they welcomed Elijah. And the cousins get along great. Add to that the fact that just recently they have opened their arms and home to their three year old nephew, Isaiah, and it gets pretty crazy with seven kids under five in the same house (when I'm there with my three.)But it has been heaven. Zach will be leaving in July for some Navy-something-or-other, but Sarah and the kids will be here through the summer. I'm pretty much ecstatic about it. And that's an understatement.