**Sisters: A Walk Down Memory Lane**
Growing up with a sisters is like having a built-in best friend for life. From the moment we were little, we shared secrets, laughter, tears, and a few misadventures that still make us smile today.
Last night, we were texting each other, reminiscing about the silly things we did, and I found myself laughing so hard—one of those laughs where I was crying. We were reminded of the time my baby sister fell asleep in church and accidentally peed—right there on those old hard wooden pews. Everyone had wet butts, and we all thought Granny had an accident.
Then there was the time my sister and I got into a fight in the garden. It was so hot, we were so aggravated, and just ready to go home. Instead of calming down, we took it out on each other—and she made me eat dirt!
And let's not forget the day my baby sister got to experience what it felt like to get into trouble for turning the pages in the Bible too loud during church—though to this day, she insists it wasn’t her. Although, I don't know how you can turn pages too loud. 😂 There was also the middle sister, who got a bad grade in school and then thought she could escape punishment by jumping on the bed—like if she jumped high enough, she could get away from Dad. That didn’t work, of course!
I also remembered how Dad would sometimes slip out of church without me noticing, then come back in and sit right behind me. On the way home, he’d ask what the preacher had spoken about. Let’s just say, I quickly learned to stop talking, pay attention and take notes! I became the best note taker.
We laughed so hard, and those moments brought back a flood of memories.
Thinking about all these moments made me miss my dad so much, but it also made me love my parents even more for what they instilled in us growing up. Those lessons, those laughs, those messes—they all shaped us into the women we are today.
We got into trouble quite a bit, we were kids. But looking back, I realize those moments—those wild, funny, and sometimes messy times—are what made our family special. They remind me that family is a gift, and the love we share is something we carry with us forever.
So here’s to my sisters—no matter how many years pass or how far apart we may be, those memories will always warm my heart and remind me of the beautiful chaos and unconditional love we shared growing up.

