Speaking of sisters, the weekend before last my sisters and my mom came to visit. We had some “business meetings” planned. We have all kinds of big ideas for helping mothers any way we can, and we needed to get serious about some of them.
And we did…more on that later.
In anticipation of their arrival I spent hours jabbering on to my kids and Dave about how excited I was.
You see, I really, really love them.
With sisters it’s more than just that you love them for who they are right now. You adore them because their lives are all tangled up inseparably from yours. They make up the fibers of the tapestry of your life. Like it or not, you’re attached to them at the hip.
And you are a better person because of it.
They’ve seen the good and the bad. They remember the fights and the laughter. They know the inner “you” and can help you become your best self even if you don’t quite know what that is yet.
And my Mom? Well, every time I am with her I become more and more thankful that her blood runs through me. Her example of pure humility and extra-centeredness is something I strive to inch toward every day of my life. She makes me wonder why none of us got her “go with the flow” attitude.
She is also a great “jumper:”
Seriously, are those not the cutest four women ever? I LOVE my Mom’s expression. I want to blow this picture up to the size of a wall in my house so we can enjoy it every single day.
Anyway, I digress.
We talked and talked and talked and got all inspired and made some motherhood podcasts that my sister Saren will post on Power of Moms soon (maybe I’ll post them here too).
I learned that podcasts are fun to make…especially at 1:00 in the morning when you’re a little bit punchy with people you love. I’m not a podcast kind of girl yet because I don’t know enough to even download the things onto anywhere, but I’m gonna learn, because man alive I’ve heard there are some good inspirational things out there.
We walked around downtown and window-shopped all kinds of cool art.
They accompanied our family to church (it was no small feat to get NINE women ready for 8:00 church I’ll have you know).
We explored some of the gorgeous hotels and grounds in the city:
We visited the art museum (we all adore art):
We found this series there at the museum of the four “Brown sisters” through the years. There was one picture of them from each year for like thirty years.
We tried to make our own serious sisters portrait:
I’m obviously no good at being serious.
I don’t know why this particular portrait in the photography gallery spoke to me, but it did:
Do you not think this guy is the cutest thing ever? (Aside from that jumping picture at the top of this post, of course.) What a proud little Dad (or Grandpa) with those little knee patches on.
By the pool…
I stole an idea from my creative brother-in-law and taught these lovely ladies that I get to be related to all about the “Five C’s” of the desert that kids learn in school here. (It’s all part of my sneaky plot to help brainwash them into falling in love with the desert so that they will gravitate toward it and move next to me some day.)
I gave them each a “lucky” necklace made by the talented Kara to symbolize the “C” for all the copper produced here in the desert. I totally think that now they will move here.
But in the meantime, my eyes are misting over at how “lucky” I really am to have these women in my life.
Love you guys with all my heart.