The other day L* tells me "catch me" and comes running up and jumps into my arms. And I caught her! It was hilarious!
I told this story to my sister, who said:
It's...pretty much a summary of how you two live your lives... you're always there to catch each other. Isn't it great knowing you have someone there for you that you can trust that completely??
It is great. And although I don't run and leap into L*s arms ('cause I'm a hunka-hunka-burnin-love, and we would go crashing through the next wall and to the floor, like some kinda Brokeback barroom brawl) I know I can stand on her back.