Yesterday, my sisters (me, Sylvia, Charlotte, Sharon) and I were able to get together for the first time in six years. As we grow older, this seems to be more important each time. As you can see, I am the baby. I think we all look pretty good for being in the over-60 crowd.
Today is Sylvia's birthday. She's the oldest and says she is going to live to be 120. I believe it. She and her husband still get around on a Honda Goldwing motorcycle. The amazing part is that just a few months ago, Sylvia was thrown clear of that bike, breaking ribs, collar bone and shattering her lower leg/ankle. She followed her therapy relentlessly and is here visiting from Florida. They have a motor home and the bike to get around.
My sister Charlotte lives about 3 hours away in Arizona. Her husband races and builds stock cars. She is a breast cancer survivor and she's the one who spoiled me the most when I was a little kid. I hadn't seen her in 6 years either.
Sharon lives here in Nevada and with her husband raises and adopts foster children. It was when we came here to see the adoption of her son Chance that we decided to buy this home. Sharon and I are closest in age.
We all had lunch together yesterday followed by a photo session. The photographer was nice enough to snap the picture above with my camera. There was a lot of reminiscing going on. We just don't do this often enough. Travel is expensive and even at our ages, our lives are full. Praise God that we were able to have this very special day. I needed it very much. We kept in touch after the last visit, but e-mail and phone calls are not nearly the same as a full-on hug with your very own sister.
As my two oldest sisters travel back home, I am praying journey mercies for them and long, full lives until we meet again.