Monday, March 7, 2011

sisters...sisters...

I know three people that will read that and finish the song in their heads. (Five, counting my mom and dad.)

Sisters.

I have three. (Six - almost - when I include my lovely in-law-ed sisters. Seven counting a beloved Summer Sister, who would also be able to finish that song.)

((Hi Sarah!))

I count myself one lucky duck in the sister department. Growing up in a family with one thousand girls means that if you can't find your own you can always find someone else's:

  • clean clothes
  • matched socks
  • ponytail holder
  • mascara
  • hair brush
  • comb
  • shoes
  • bobby pins
  • swim suit
  • (undies)
  • barbies

It was always better to ask forgiveness than permission. (Permission was never granted.)

Now that we are grown, I always have someone I can call when I need:

  • ideas for dinner
  • prayer
  • commiseration
  • help with parenting
  • instructions for dealing with sick kids
  • maternity clothes
  • baby clothes
  • big kid clothes
  • my clothes
  • purses
  • home decor

They all get my inside jokes. We often say the same exact weirdo thing at the same exact weirdo time. Heallow. There are three people on this planet with my same phone voice. Three that can be my exact same happy or sad when I am happy or sad. Three other people that know you are only supposed to give your parents presents that make them cry.

They know that when you are on the phone with them and they say, "Have you talked to J?" They must also say, "She's not pregnant." Unless she is pregnant. (Which she is not. And neither am I --in case you were wondering. Dad.) They let the sister with the news be the one to deliver the news...except for that one time I told H's friend Erin that H was expecting....but she looked the news out of me! And I told her she had to act surprised...which she did...and no one would have known...but I told on myself...and I never will make that mistake again! Because news that isn't mine isn't mine to share. Sisters know this rule.

They know all the rules.

And, they would love to go to the blind school and just see. :)

I love my sisters.

6 comments:

poppa said...

I was starting to wonder :)
thanks for a great trip into memory land

Nonna said...

When I taked to your 'sister' yesterday, she asked if I had talked to your 'sister' - which I hadn't - so she said I should call your other 'sister' and hear some exciting news. I called and heard that they were getting a 'puppy' ...I almost thought it was more than a puppy. :) Happy news too. What a blessing to have sisters who love each other. 1437

Anonymous said...

haha i still think it would be fun to just see....
oh memeoy lane.... thanks :)
and we think the same of you!
love you,akt

Anonymous said...

wow i have to slow down and look at what i write, that should *memory* lane.

Tember said...

I LOVE this post! I couldn't help but think of my sisters and my "almost" sisters with so much gratefulness. You're a beautiful writer. And you are beautiful sisters! :)

Heather said...

How I laughed at this! Good stuff. The blind school....and of course Walmart.
I had forgotten about the news sharing..... :)
And NONNA- I did say "it's not too big a deal" to discretely say not pregnant. :)
ANd AKT - I did that again with memory. I didn't notice until you pointed it out :)
I love my sisters and summer sister, too.

How long will you be gone this time, Fathah?