I am blessed. My life has been enriched by sisters. As the oldest of six kids, our house was never quiet or still. Today, we’ve flown from the nest and my three brothers are spread out all over the US, but my sisters… ah, yes, my sisters. 🙂 They are nestled right here in Virginia. Close enough for us to get into trouble with each other and far enough to give each other space and breathing room.
As a child, I remember being told, “There is something special about sister, just wait until you’re older, you’ll see.” I frowned and grimaced as I changed their diapers and helped pick up their toys thinking to myself, “No way. They’re such babies.” My sisters, you see, were seven and twelve years my junior and in childhood, that is quite a spread.
It wasn’t until we all reached adulthood that we started really bonding. Now we are all married and have children and even though we may not always agree, we understand each other.
Each one of us is opposite of the other. How you can have three opposites, I’ll never know. If you ever figure out that one, tell me.
However all of us have one huge blaring thing in common. We are, all three of us, married to farmers. Yep, that’s right, we’re all farmer’s wives. We understand what it means to be widowed during hay season and have our hubbies underfoot when it snows. We understand that there is no such thing as beach vacations, because it’s summer after all!
And not only are we all three married to farmers, but we are all three connected to Polyface in a very real, heart-throbbing way. I’m married to Daniel and both of my sisters are married to Polyface apprentices. How did that happen?
I don’t know! I guess there is just something about the girls in my family and these really cute Polyface farm boys. (sorry, guys, I’m all out of sisters) 🙂
Laura, seven years my junior and child number four in our family, married Jordan Green. I have never let Jordan live their story down, because Jordan invited himself to our wedding. He was an intern here when Daniel and I got engaged and his “term” ended just before our wedding so he asked to come down to Texas with Daniel for our wedding. (yep, I
‘m a was a Texas girl). Jordan claims that the only reason he made friends with my sister is because Daniel and I were too busy making eyes at each other and they both needed someone to talk to. Hmm…
And Amy, twelve years my junior and the baby of the family, married Nathan Vergin. Nathan stayed on an extra year as an apprentice manager and Amy just happened to be staying the summer with us during that time. And they just happened to hit if off and just happened to fall in love…
So now, I can say, “It’s true. There really is something special about a sister.” I love them both so very much.
I only wish that we looked like sisters…what do you think? Yeah, I know, no family resemblance at all…
Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break.
Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers. ~Pam Brown