Tuesday, May 16, 2006


Sisters. Such a small word, for a huge amount of experience, life, laughter, tears, fury and love.
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Here I am with my three sisters. With suprise we have gotten along so well. I feel as though maybe we are, I am? Finally growing up. The relationships for some reason feel simpler, easier, like an old familiar and comfortable pair of shoes. Sure there is that lump in the sole, but you are used to it, and it doesn't bother you most of the time. The places where the shoe is worn the most, where your flesh presses hardest, perhaps is the most comfortable, the grooves worn and the leather softest. In a way, comforting to know, even in the irritating things, you know what to expect and in spite of all the changes in your life, some things haven't changed at all.

3 Kids Who Want To Play:

ipodmomma said...

what a lovely group of ladies... :)))

and very true words too... :)))

Granny said...

They sure are.

I'm granny again. Post on blog.

A thinker said...

Aw. Sisters are the best. I'm really close with one of mine in particular--we're almost the same person.