Wednesday, February 23, 2011


My husband is sweet. After the post regarding no mojo he emailed me a very long list of blogging ideas. He knows me so well, which is wonderful…but kinda scary. I fully intend to keep that list for future reference, but the one subject that stood up and whacked me over the head was…


I have two.

There is so much to say about them, that when I first started writing about them I discovered that it would be virtually impossible to keep it short and sweet, because my thoughts always went off in the direction of some crazy story of our antics. Posts about my sisters will have to be broken down topically…otherwise I’d be writing a book. The overview though is this:

We are one person. 
We were just born 3 years apart, have 3 different body types, and have 3 different lifestyles, but we’re still the same person.

We share a telepathic and/or empathic vibe with one another.

A single, seemingly meaningless, offhand comment by one can result in the other two bursting out in laughter. Which makes those around us wonder if we’ve lost our minds.

Our voices are so similar we are often mistaken for one another over the phone. (I’ve even fooled myself, which is a story for another time.)

We know with pretty accurate certainty what one another’s reaction to a certain situation will be, because it is usually some variation of what our own reaction would be.

Our own children are our sisters' children…and for that matter, our brother’s children are our children.

Individually we are strong, intelligent women, but together we are a force to be reckoned with. (Don’t let this scare you, although we can be intimidating when necessary, we’re more likely to entertain you.)

We feed people. It’s our job. It’s what we do. And we do it very well.
(Thank you, Mom.)

We need, yes need, time together. And the really great thing is that our husbands understand and foster that need. (They usually benefit, because it usually involves a lot fun and a lot of great food).

We take our sister job seriously. That job is to love, support, elevate, care for, and be there for each other and our loved ones.

There is no jealousy or arrogance between us. 

We are smart-asses…and we make no apologies for it.

We ALWAYS have a good time together.

My sisters…

They are my best friends.

I love them.


pharm said...

Oh and how we love you too! Very, very much.

pharm said...

Ok, indulge me a minute. I've been thinking (I know, WHY do I do this? it rarely ends well) and I have a theory. When we were growing up, we were the funny one, the creative one and the smart one. We got those labels- right or wrong- and they gave us a sense of individuality. To some extent, we chose pathways based on those labels. And they served us well. When the 3 of us are together, it's the total package. 3 parts of a whole. However, as we've gotten older and more secure in who we are, we recognize that we also possess the traits we admire in each other and being with one another encourages us to bring them out and develop them.

Lisa said...

Exactly! You said it much more succinctly than I did. See, you're literal and I'm abstract.