Sunday, March 6, 2011


If sisters were flowers, I'd still pick you. I'd let the sun shine so you'd never be blue. I'd show the world how beautifully you grew, with bright bold colors and strength through and through.

I never had a sister growing up. That is until I was 19. Then I got 3 sisters and a brother but like a blood relative, not by choice. And to tell you the truth, I was not happy. My mother had just died and my father was getting remarried. They were in the process of divorce when she died. Long story.

The years have gone by. Our parents have stayed together. We have raised our children and gone through our own trials and tribulations. Resentments came and resentments went. We are now grandparents. I realize now what a gift God has given us through the years. Too bad we didn't think so then....

Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author Unknown

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