Sisters...

Have you ever seen the movie, White Christmas with Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra? It is a favorite at our house around the holidays. There is a number in the movie called Sisters. I remember as a child, acting like Vera Ellen and Rosemary Clooney, a.k.a, "The Haynes Sisters" and singing this song with my sisters. I have two sisters, Aunt Apple and Aunt Berry. I also have a sister-in-law, Aunt Fudge that is as much of a sister as my biological ones.

Aunt Apple and Aunt Berry are twins and are three years older than I. We are all very similar creatures and we share more than just our dark hair and dark eyes. I think we are all each others best friend. It is true that at times, I will feel closer to one sister than another. Not for any particular reason, we simply all relate on so many levels. We all share a love for the same music and a lot of the same movies. I love sitting and sharing with them. They are the keeper of so many secrets...good and bad. They are the keeper of so many emotions...good and bad. I don't know how I would have been able to make it through life without them and they are so good with my Brownies.

Aunt Fudge and I are very close too. She is a few years old than I. She is a great mother and she has the best laugh around. I love making her laugh and I enjoy our conversations. I think we have really grown closer over the last few years as I've become a Mama. She loves my Brownies like they were her own. She is a great sister to Daddy Brown. They can joke and give each other a hard time, without a hard feeling afterwards. I love to see them hug each other. There is a different bond that a brother and sister have and they share a close one. Daddy Brown is still very much a protective brother, even though he is the baby.

The good thing about having sisters throughout my life is that I could always get a hold of one at just about any given moment. Of course in the new age of technology, I can communicate through text messages and emails as easily as picking up the phone. However, there just is nothing greater than having a sister to sit and share or to call upon when you are in a crunch time to get the house clean for company or to help with the laundry or to pick up a child when you are having one of those days and need to breathe...or, or, or. I know I can call any one of my 3 sisters at anytime day or night and they would be here to help me in a flash. I'm pretty sure they know they same about me.

However, that is not always the case. Some families have sisters that are in competition with one another. Either for the parents love and affection, or careers. Some siblings have problems relating to one another, or communicating at all. It makes me sad to know that some family members choose not to be apart of their own families. Be it an argument, a regrettable word spoken or an action that causes irreconcilable differences, it makes me wonder how they don't pain to be apart of their family. As with every family, you have your peaks and valleys. You have your moments where your limits are met and you need a break. However, I yearn to be apart of every member of my families life.

It is Thanksgiving Day and I'm so thankful to have my family. I'm so thankful that I have sisters. If the Good Lord decides that our family is complete, I'm glad Big Brownie and Little Brownie have each other to lean on. I pray that they are close to one another. Once Daddy Brown and I are gone, hopefully many years from now, I pray they will lean on each other the way I lean on my sisters. It is, to say the least, comforting to be apart of their lives. "Sister, Sisters, there were never such devoted Sisters...", I think I could still belt out this song and give Rosemary Clooney a run for her money. But I don't have to...I know that my sisters and I are devoted beyond measure.