I‘ve just spent two weekends, each with one of my wonderful, wacky sisters. Unfortunately, we couldn’t coordinate the visits to Maine so we’d all be together, yakking into the wee hours of the morning, tooling around the coast, sharing secrets, boating, walking, recreational eating, shopping, cooking, jewelry hunting, clothes swapping, laughing and more yakking.
Maybe it’s the aging process, but as we all get older there’s an increased sense of tenderness, compassion, and acceptance of each other, as well as a deeper appreciation of our bond. We no longer take each other for granted. We know full well what a blessing it is to have loving family. If you too are fortunate enough to have sisters (or brothers, for that matter), I hope you too cherish them.
“My sisters and I, friends are we, Best of friends we’ll always be”