There are a lot of sisters among my family. Not only am I one of four sisters, (we have one brother stuck right in the middle, poor guy) but I have two girls, and one of my sisters has two girls, and now my nephew has two girls.
I would be lost without my sisters. They are who have raised me. They are who I bounce ideas off of. They are who I laugh with, and who I love more than anything. In bringing up my own girls I have always told them to be good to one another and to treasure their relationship. Of course with two differing personalities, they have often looked at me as though I am nuts.
Still, even with their differences they were never really nasty to each other. Now that they are separated by Tessa’s going off to college I see them getting closer and closer and it’s so great. They call each other to discuss various shows they are watching or to plot what they’ll do on their next visit and best of all the hugs are back.
My nephew saw them hugging on a recent visit and with a one and two year old he laughingly asked his wife if he could imagine their girls hugging like that. She also laughed because they are at the stage of, “Hey, that’s mine!” But I can see it easily.