I've been feeling particularly unfamilied this week. And then, right as we were leaving the house yesterday a box arrived from my
sister. Yay! full up of fun stuff- zebra boots for Flower and a ruffled shirt and sweater in colors I
love and a snuggly zippered fleece jacket that I am wearing as we speak and napkins and book marks from D.C. and shoes for my ever growing ManChild. Random things, fun, frivolous and useful. My sister speaks my language.
But even better, she called late last night and we chatted way into the wee morning hours.
Viking Man talked to her for a while too, while it was still late and not yet early, and commented that her laugh was just like mine.
I love that.
Her call made my day. And night.
**I love you, Kris!**
Awwww! Sisters are the best, aren't they? I need to call mine... ;)
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Awwww so precious. What a blessing to have a sister to love. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's true. sisters are the best.
ReplyDeleteYeah and ya'll look alike too. Don't try do deny it. Four out of the six daughters discussed this in October and decided it. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm just fine with that. She's a cutie (and younger!. I would say, "4 out of 6 daughters can't be wrong," but I'm afraid that would be handing ya'll way too much power!!
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