Sisters

Giggles, Secrets, Sometimes Tears, Sisters and Friends Through the Years

I remember the hours my sisters and I spent together as children playing with dolls, dress-up clothes, and building huts. They are priceless memories. There were five of us, and we still rejoice in seeing each other.

As we grew into our teenage years, we often switched clothes. My mother said, “The first one out the door usually looked the best.” We worked together cleaning the house. Sometimes we got upset at each other, but we learned to forgive fast and makeup. We each excelled in our talent. I was blessed as a young mother to have my sisters fairly close, and when I needed a babysitter, there was usually one of them that could help out. Because I had seven children, I often left two at a time, and they gladly took them in. I will be eternally grateful for my sisters.