I am the oldest of three girls. I love my younger two sisters. Without a doubt, they are my best friends. My heart is full of memories: doing our hair together as we prepare for school, playing with my youngest sister as our "baby," standing up in each others' weddings. When we had Madeline, I really wanted to give her a sister. It turns out that was not a problem. I consider all my girls so blessed to have sisters. There is something about the bond of sisters.
My youngest sister, Marissa, delivered a handsome baby boy named Charlie two days ago. She is going to have her hands full taking care of Charlie and his big sisters. Maleah is a responsible 3 year old. Layla is a very spirited 1 and a 1/2 year old. We visited Marissa yesterday, less than 24 hours after giving birth. You would never know she had just pushed a baby out. She was walking around the room, looking fabulous, helping run after all the kids. Seriously, people. I think I birth babies and recover well. Marissa is in a league of her own. She is one tough lady.
My middle sister, Alisa, takes amazing photos. I could never do that. But she loves to bless others through her special gift. She is fabulous.
I pray that my girls have the same pride in each other. I pray they have the same fierce dedication to helping find God's best for each other. I pray they are as thankful for their sisters as I am of mine.