Sometimes we would laugh when we would see them dressing the same or have the exact same bottled hair color (usually a blue/grey). Other times we would sigh and try to keep the tears at bay when we would see one helping the other to walk without falling or helping to manage her purse and shopping bags. Then we would always decide which one of them each of us would be. If one had high heels or leopard print sunglasses, it would be Dianne. If one was a bit younger and cuter, Mary. If one had a totally coordinated outfit, me!
My hubby sent me the following email this morning and I immediately thought of myself with my sisters:
She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells down the stairs, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"
She starts up the stairs and pauses. Then she yells, "Was I going up the stairs or down?"
The 72 year old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes
her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful."
She knocks on wood for good measure. She then yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as
soon as I see who's at the door!"
At first I laughed when I read it, then I cried. My sisters and I have a special bond that neither time, nor distance, nor life's circumstances can break. It started from the day we were born and it has continued throughout the years.
So, my dear sisters, no matter how old, or slow or forgetful we become, as long as we are together, we will still be smiling! (P.S. I am clearly the one in the pink bathing cap - it is my favorite color!)