I had four fantastic sisters. From time to time I would borrow their clothes, and from time to time I would get stains on their clothes, and from time to time they would get upset with me, and from time to time I acted as though I didn't care. I wasn't always the best sister.
But now my girls have each other to lean on, borrow clothes, laugh over incredibly silly jokes, cry over lost loves, support one another, and generally be better off having one another.
|Sisters before their dance recital.|
|Sisters in their new pajamas on Christmas Eve.|
|Sisters climbing Grandma and Grandpa's tree in Blanding.|
|Sisters with our mom on a bench last summer in Lafayette, Indiana.|