This picture shows you who is to blame for my absenteeism on my blog for the last four days. My sisters. Fortunately for me they did not reach dating age until I had my man securely signed and sealed. Aren’t they gorgeous seventy-ish grandmothers?
We had a great time together. Talking, laughing, remembering, even coloring. I’m so glad she came. I don’t know that I will ever go to Denver again. My heart issue up there scares me. I guess it would be okay, but…
The one in white was my precious. I was ten when she was born. She was colicky I had the honor and joy of rocking her through those first months. She lives nearby (forty miles). We spent part of the time at my house and part at hers. The Denver sister in brown came to us at four years old after I had gone to college so I didn’t get a lot of time with her until she was close to a teenager. Of course, marriage, motherhood, and being grandmothers blend us in age wise and I convince myself I’m their age still. They also have wonderful husbands and children. Their grandchildren are near perfection – just almost as good as mine. 😀
She is the one who said I am obstinate and opinionated. I’m really not, am I?