When the ultrasound was read, I can distinctly remember thinking to myself...wow, they'll be sisters. My mom has three sisters and I remember her woeful tales of sisterhood...the fights over favorite sweaters, cuckoo clocks silenced during battles and tattling at every turn. So, I was ready for the rivalary and jealousy and competition. But what I wasn't prepared for...the unbreakable bond and compassion for each other and limitless loyalty...has brought me to the brink of tears more times than I can count and I find myself thanking God daily for the utter beauty that is sisters.
