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Saturday, 24 October 2009

I adore my sister. As I've gotten older, I have truly learned to appreciate her. Please allow me to introduce her, Teresa, shown on the right. This picture is of us when I was visiting her in Savannah, GA last month. I wish the photographer had told me that my purse straps were twisted, lol.


When we were growing up, we were vastly different. She was a tomboy. She refused to play with dolls or be a guest at my tea parties. She preferred to jump on a pogo stick, play baseball and beat up the boys in the neighborhood. She hated house cleaning, cooking and doing laundry. As a result, I decided to start a business. I charged her to do her household choirs. It paid off, as a teen I was never broke. Enterprising became a way of life for me, in addition I started charging my brothers to iron their shirts. In the 60's, ruffled shirts for men were in. They had no clue how to iron them, so they were happy to pay me.


We look back on those days and laugh. She's visiting this week, and last night she reminded me that I was a tattle tail when we were growing up. When we first started school, we weren't allowed to wear pants. My mother's religion forbid it. When we reached Junior High, my sister managed to get someone to purchase jeans for her. She would carry them to school, and change her cloths when we got there. I told on her, yes I did. If she was going to wear pants, I was going to wear them too. She was furious. Eventually my mother changed her outlook and we were allowed to wear pants.


We have become "two peas in a pod" as my mother says. Exchanging recipes, shopping, chatting on Facebook, and discussing our own family problems. It has become a way of life for us. I'm so grateful to have her as a sister, we love each other unconditionally and that is priceless.


When I'm down or stressed, I read a plague that she gave me years ago. It says, "Sister- I see God's beauty in you. I thank God for you always". It always makes me feel better. Isn't that beautiful? I know that I don't tell her often enough, but I thank God for her too.


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