Three Gals I’m Proud to Call Sisters
A friend asked me what I was doing this weekend. “My sisters are coming up,” I replied, “they are so much fun everybody wants to come and see them.” He said I was lucky, and I agree. My sisters are three women I’m proud to be related to.
Caroline is the youngest and thinnest. She had three kids, and goes to school for social work. She will be a great counselor some day. She has a sly sense of humor and is drawn to causes great and small.
Jenny is the sister two years older than I, and in some ways a lot like me. She’s run a catering company and market, and has juggled this and raising her son Tom alone. She has recently fallen in love, and life is very good for her of late.
Brown, or her real name, Anne, is the oldest. She loves flowers, dogs, children and is fascinated by the lives of older people. Her three kids are all grown up, and she is about to move into a country farmhouse on her own.
We are having the sisters over to our house for a big party, with a fire, a potluck, lots of good conversation, laughing, and passing around little Nathan. I can’t wait!