Sister, Sister

Today is my sister's Anniversary.

It is the anniversary of her addition to the family my parents had begun with the adoption of my older brother, Tom.

It never fails to boggle my mind when I consider how unlikely it is that we all found each other.

But then again, God things are always mind boggling.

Some of the pictures in this post are of my homecoming day but you can see how very special our family felt about the day we each came home. 

The hand gently holding my leg and the arms wrapped around me as she held me in her lap have been there as

long as I can remember.

She is the fric to my frac and the peanut butter to my jelly.

I know she is always with me. I know her hand is always there and her arms are always wrapped around me.

 

I know this because we have a bond that transcends flesh and blood, DNA and genetics.

It is a bond that my parents built with purpose

and nurtured carefully.  It is a bond the four

Hargrove brats children have always known.

You mess with one of us, you better be ready to

deal with all four of us.

It has always been that way and it will never change.

We were chosen for each other by God.

Admittedly, we didn't always appreciate each

other.  I am sure my younger brother and I

were occasionally irritating but he and I have

forgiven the frequent abuse handed down by

the older two. 

Smile.

Oh, the stories we can tell.

Oh, the trouble we got into.

Oh the love we have always known.

Just sayin'.............