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An 8am phone call from my own sister this morning jolted me from my morning haze. I loves those calls. The unexpected ones that are meant to be “just a quick question” but turn into long conversations while you hurry to brush your children’s’ teeth and put their socks on for them. My sister is a writer. And I get the privilege of hearing her column before it goes to press. This morning’s conversation reminded me just how special “thisters” are. I have two of them…and they are my best friends. When we are visiting together, and the night is wearing on, we always end up singing a lisping rendition of Irving Berlin’s song. It is really kind of a strange tradition. But one I cherish…I can only hope that my own two girls will grow up to be best friends too!

Sisters, Sisters

Sisters, sistersThere were never such devoted sisters,Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,I’m there to keep my eye on herCaring, sharingEvery little thing that we are wearingWhen a certain gentleman arrived from RomeShe wore the dress, and I stayed homeAll kinds of weather, we stick togetherThe same in the rain and sunTwo different faces, but in tight placesWe think and we act as oneThose who’ve seen usKnow that not a thing could come between usMany men have tried to split us up, but no one canLord help the mister who comes between me and my sisterAnd lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man