Sisters. I'm the baby of 4. 4 of the most compassionate, brave, loving, tell it like it is sisters. I've got one that is & always has been the peace keeper, and is always (& I mean always) there for everyone, no many how many times you've burned your bridge with her. One that has fought her way back from some serious crap that would have destroyed most, but she keeps getting stronger by the day. One that is my person, through thick & thin. She's like that twin that is not really your twin. She knows what I'm thinking, & can usually finish my sentence. And, one that tells me exactly what I need to hear, exactly when I need to hear it. She truly is the rock. The one that holds all 5 of us up, even in our darkest times, & gives the best damn advice.
I hear allllll the time about how people envy the relationship that I have with my sisters. You see, it wasn't always like this. We always had a love-hate relationship. We would be best friends at times, but could turn in to the worst of enemies in a flash. The older that we have gotten, the closer we have become. And good gravy, am I so happy about that.
We have shared so many special memories over the years, but I'll spare you the time(& your vision,) and just share a few.
Christmas 1990. Our parents had the bright idea of going to the woods to cut our first real Christmas tree. I mean, what could go wrong? We had high ceilings, a huge front door, and a lot of space. We head out on our maiden voyage, saw in (dad's) hand(remember that part at the top where I said we could turn into enemies really fast? 😏) We found it! Well, the oldest found it! The most beautiful, full, tall tree! We got it home, and it would NOT fit through the front door. Not even close! So, no big deal right? We can fix that with a little trimming. Ok, done! Try again...it made it through the door! Alleluia! Go to stand it up, and....too tall! Back out the door it goes, cut the top off, and back in the door. It fit, and by this time, it looks NOTHING like the tree that we picked out in the woods. But it was perfect. It may have been angel-less, but it was perfect! We still joke about this, even 30 years later.
2009 was hard. In all honesty, the hardest year of my life. My mom was in & out of the hospital 18 times from January-July, including Mother's Day. She passed away July 8, at the young age of 50. I fought some very strong demons that year, especially after she passed. My sisters repeatedly picked me up. They talked me through my struggles, made midnight house calls, and essentially, put the pieces of my heart back together, all while trying to mend their own. Some may ask why this would be one of my "favorite" memories. That very hot, sad day in July 09, made our bond stronger than ever. The loss of mom was unbearable, but I am honestly not sure I would have ever made it through without these 4.
For the last several years we have talked about having a sisters baking day. And, if you know these ladies, and their kid's never ending sports schedules, then you know it's darn near impossible to to get us all together in the Fall for anything, besides a game of course. Well, this year we did it. We found a weekend that worked for all of us, and we had our sister baking day, and it definitely will become a tradition. We (along with our daughters) spent several hours measuring, pouring, stirring, baking, messing up recipes, & laughing. And I mean laughing A LOT! We had cookies that tasted like a ball of sugar, a batch or two that looked like flat pancakes, and possibly a batch that all grew together and become a cookie cake. But, we made so many memories that day, and I am looking forward to many more of the sister baking days.
We have inside jokes, foul mouths(well a few of us anyways,) and a weird obsession with football(thanks to our dad.) We spend as much time with each other as we can, and always make the best out of our time. I love these girls more than words could ever describe, and I am forever grateful that God gave them to me.
Press play. It's entertaining, I promise!
Oh, & have I mentioned that these ladies are THE best moms? If I turn out to be 1/2 the mommas that they are, I'll consider that a success! 💖
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