My sisters Linette and Loretta are on their way home from Montana.I am so happy.They have been out there most of the summer working.This is the two of them one Christmas.They are holding hands and have been best sisters for most of their lives.They got married the same day and their kids are about the same age.My coffee pot is clean and my ears are ready.I haven’t been speaking much to save my voice for when you get home and I have been lifting weights and pole dancing just so I have the stamina to keep up with you two.
Do you remember how Mom begged you to come to her and not leave?She had a smile on her face trying to be brave but in her heart all she was thinking —If only I had a banana………………….
My therapist says I am doing very well and that in no time at all I can quit the meds and the tracking device comes off next week.I can’t tell you how much I am going to enjoy getting rid of that thing.My cankles are killing me and I am getting a rash.I know when you get home it will be easier on the rest of the family.You can take your turn on my middle of the night phone calls because especially Loretta I know has night owl fever just like me.
My beautiful guard can finally go on her deployment without fear. Do you see that shirt my son-in-law has on?He wore that as a reminder of my tracking bracelet.Quite cunning I say.When you guys are home Beth can go back to taking care of all things Navy and not all things wack-a-do trying to call home and find out if I have fallen and not be able to get up or tried to ride a bike and crashed into the old shed.If you have time please give her some love,she deserves it after having to put up with all my antics.
All kidding aside I am so looking forward to you girls being home.God’s speed dear sisters and God’s blessings on you too.Your big sister loves you and can’t wait for you to come home.I have to go now because Mom just called.It seems the fatted calf just got away on her and she almost started the barbeque pit on fire with some lighter fluid…………
One more thing,Loretta will you please make sure Linette has on her underwear?I know she is a lot older now but she might get in a hurry and we sure don’t want history to repeat itself.
God knew what He was doing when He made sisters.I love ALL of mine.
My mom and me the first summer of my life.I am sure never in her wildest dreams did she think that some day she would be rubbing my swollen and fever filled leg with the very same hands that spanked me into the rightness of life.
My Mom is royalty to me because she is now my third therapist.Look how she gets dressed up just when she hears my car pull in the driveway.She knows that those white coats of the other girls now scare me so she tries to make it fun and this is how it goes………
I usually go over to Mom’s when I know that nobody is there because we are a sight for sore eyes.She puts me in her rocking chair,pulls up Wards big ole cloth chair and we begin.Her legs spread apart and my foot in between them.If I wanted to I could push her over like a leaf in the breeze she is so tiny now,but of course being the grateful daughter I am I don’t and also I still have the fear of Lorna in me like a good daughter should.She is always worried that she is going to hurt me.It is then that I laugh because she really goes at it.I never tell her but she always looks like she is playing Motor Boat Motor Boat Go So Fast.She is making up movements as she rubs and soon I can tell she is getting tired.It is usually then she tells me she doesn’t have the upper body strength she used to have and to that I think THANK GOD.She means business when she is trying to help me.My mother does nothing half way and when she puts her mind to it nothing stops her.It is at this time that I like to pick her brain and the next thing you know we are finishing each others sentences.I love this time with my Mom.
She is the best not like that Handsome.When Jared was home the last time my knees were really bad.I was laying on the couch and I asked him if he would give me a rub down.It is the least he could do after the years of massaging his sisters and I did when he was sick.I knew he really didn’t want to do it because he was rubbing so hard I was jumping and wreathing in agony and he didn’t even care.I thought any minute he was going to slap me into submission and he was laughing like paybacks are fun.As a matter of fact he even told me my feet were ugly!I tell you people go to your mother not your kids when you need a massage,I think the kids start remembering when you had to correct them and they go back in time and try to get you back.Hee Hee the joke is on him,I made his cookies this week and Brooke ate the last two.
Thank you Mom for being there with a smile when I come limping into your house.We have a lot of laughs and I think we both look ridiculous but that’s us.I got ‘er done and I ‘m getting better everyday.I know my boy loves me even if my feet are ugly and I know my mother doesn’t think anything on me is less than perfect.If she is anything like me and I know she is ,she probably kissed those fat little legs and feet a million times when I was a baby in that picture above.Just like I did Jared’s.Thank you God for my family.