There is a simple ease that my sister and I share together. Simple. No entertainment required. No pretenses. Simple. This ease has grown over years. Growing us closer as the years pass by. Our lives, so different, so much distance, and yet we can enjoy every moment together.

She joins me in the kitchen. Side by side we prep and clean, and cook and serve. She sees a need and she responds. She combs and braids hair, helps children get organized, plays games, reads, starts laundry, serves others.

Grace abounds. Grace for mistakes. Unspoken understanding and an overarching sense of love and respect. Even following discussions in which no common ground is attained, there is still love. Still honor. Mutual respect.

Lots of laughter. At ourselves, with ourselves, at the things children say, at our own silliness. At her re-dressing me. Changing me from “frump-master” to “hot mama”?? Laughter. And the laughs sound so similar…belly laughs.

Shared love for coffee, cooking, food and children. A zest for life, and adventure. Shared love. Love for sun and surf. Love for each other. For our growing friendship. Sisters.


About jaw123456

I am a forty-something year old woman with a thousand interests. I am married to an incredible man who holds my heart. Living wholesome lives and training our children to lead lives that are worthy of the calling that God has for them is our hearts desire. Some of my interests include faith, family, adoption, homeschooling, whole and wholesome foods, cooking, sewing and living simply.
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One Response to Sisters

  1. I have six sisters. Love them all! Great post! Thanks!

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