Sisters

There is a unique bond between siblings. I have one brother who is 13 years my junior. Love him, sometimes, most of the time, well I have to confess I love him all of the time. Unfortunately for him, because he arrived in my life while I was a pre-teen, the second mommy thing overtook me. I meant well, but to his chagrin, he would prefer to have only one mother. In fact he has told me so, and by golly I have tried to ease up and be just funk soul sister friendly, but alas I am a caretaker and will always be that way.

Anyway, my brother is amazing in his own right, still young in the tooth, lots of energy, and darn cute if I may say. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, and I miss him when he is not around. Lately, I have seen him in a differnt light, he is the ultimate uncle to my kids and they think he is the moon. I love watching him play with the kids, I love watching the kid's eyes searching of new ways to engage the attention of their uncle. However, my brother shares the same genes as my father, and for those of you fortunate folks (and you know who you are) who knew my father there comes with that gene pool mischievious behavior. I am just waiting for what my brother will so brotherly/unclely bestow upon my children the new and wonderful ideas to make their parents cringe. Trust me there will be updates. But I digress from my original point.

Nick the Goof

Nick not wanting his picture taken

My point is that I did not have the pleasure of growing up with a sister. I have sisters now, handpicked and blessed, but how long could I go without such a bond in my life? Anyway, I think about these things when I look at my daughters and when I look at my mom and aunt. What a cool thing is that? Everytime I look at them I think about one of my favourite songs from a favourite movie. As you take a look at the lyrics, gander at these beautiful women in my life.

Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters; never had to
chaperone no sir, i'm there to keep my eye on her.

Caring, sharing, every little thing that we are wearing; when a certain gentleman arrived from Rome, she wore the dress and i stayed home;

All kinds of weather, we stick together, the same in the rain or sun, two different faces but in tight places, we think and we act as one.

Those who've seen us, know that not a thing can come between us; many men have tried to split us up but no one can.

Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sister; and Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man.

Soundtrack from White Christmas / Words & Music by Irving Berling

Yes that is a banana, she is sharing her "see food"