Sisters

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to...sisters.

We know each other as we always were.We know each other's hearts.
We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.
We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega

Oh, I'm crying. I don't use the word blessed that often, but I was truly blessed to be born into a family where I have three sisters. They bring me so much joy. Every time the phone rings, Rick tries to guess which sister will be calling and he worries if he realizes I haven't spoken to one of them on any given day.

This weekend all of my sisters, Katharine, Emma, and Sarah, came down for forty-eight hours of pure heaven. The majority of that time was spent on the road as we were helping my younger sister move the last of her belongings from her old house in New Mexico. I cried as I realized that Sarah really would never be back in New Mexico to live, giving it all up for her beautiful daughter Maren who needs more medical attention than a small town can give. I cried as I realized that Emma would be heading back to Utah and take with her the faces that tell exactly what she's thinking without saying a word. And I cried as I realized that I don't spend enough time with Katharine who lives just three hours away from me. I cried as I realized once again my sisters mean the world to me. We are a part of each other. We know who we were, who we are, who we want to be, and we love each other anyways.