Our new house is only six minutes away from my sister’s house. Coincidentally, that is almost the exact amount of time it takes to brew a pot of coffee.
Shortly after we moved in, I said to Maddie and Katie, “Let’s go pop in over at Aunt Dar’s house.”
“What’s pop in?” Maddie asked.
“It’s when you show up at someone’s house for a quick visit without calling first,” I told her.
And so began our tradition of pop ins.
Every now and again, when life slows down enough for us to catch our breath, we pop in on each other. The pop in usually begins with Maddie and Katie swapping stories with their Aunt Dar. After they are all caught up, the girls will usually go off to play, leaving my sister and I alone for a few minutes. We always end up with coffee and good conversation. (Okay, sometimes there may be gossip.) It’s easy, this relationship with my sister. Sure, we have hit some bumps along the way like sisters do, but for the most part, it’s smooth. We talk and laugh. Complain and celebrate. Agree and don’t. It’s just easy. Eventually, the coffee cools, and it is time to go. Our visits are cut short by the need to do laundry or grocery shop or clean.
“I’m off work tomorrow,” I say as my sister slips on her coat. “Maybe we’ll pop in at your house for a bit.”
“I’ll make some coffee,” she smiles.
Six minutes is all it takes. Six minutes to warm coffee and easy conversation.