Sisters

I don't know what it is like to have a sister. As a matter of fact, the only way I know what sisterhood is like, is through the eyes of family and friends who have a sister. Don't get me wrong I absolutely love my Wesbro. But I guess we all wonder from time to time what it would have been like to grow up with different siblings.

That's why when Rockstar (eldest) told me, one night as I was tucking her in, "Livvy, you're my family, you know...you're my sister!", I didn't really know how to take it. At first I was thinking, "A sister?? Me?? C'mon, give me a little credit, let me be an aunt or someone with a little more authority." Believe me I don't feel like just a sister. But, alas it stuck. She has been calling me this off and on now for a few weeks.

One night, I was thinking over all of this when I stumbled upon a conclusion. She LOVES her younger sister, Princess. I know the bond they share is very strong. So for her to say I am like a sister to her, is something very special.

I have never known this bond before in my life, and God puts people in front of you for unique reasons. I hope that these girls will look up to me like a sister, be open and honest with me like a sister. I hope they continue to share their lives with me and teach me things every day as they grow older. And I hope I can be a good influence in their lives as well.

So although it's a bit of a bummer that I'm having to work this Thanksgiving holiday, I am SO thankful for them. It is amazing these girls have so much love to give. And I am so glad they chose to give it to me.

Livvy, Princess, and Miss Rockstar-Thanksgiving 2010

What, you thought there wouldn't be a silly picture?

On another note...

Around this time of year we usually go to Crossville, for a family gathering. So last weekend, we headed up for great food, lots of family fun and, the best part, the farm. Well, it was a farm at one point. A dairy farm (right dad?). The Homestead is where my grandmother was born and grew up, where my father spent his childhood, and where we have visited on occasion. It has been a long time since we have spent any time on this land. It was so cool to hear stories about my grandmother and all her siblings and memories here.

I couldn't bear to wait any longer to share these pictures. Because even though I didn't grow up there, for some reason I feel very strong bonds to it. The rich history, smells, sights, stories... well, I just love it all. It was also a perfect photo op for a great Christmas card picture, which I obviously want to be a surprise. So I'll just show these:

This barn was built in the 40's and is where my dad used to play as a child.

Weston. I love my brother!

Can you imagine it filled with cows? I think this image captures the serenity that surrounds this place now.

I absolutely loved spending time up there. Being somewhere like this makes all the nonsense in your life just fade away. Just looking at these pictures makes me realize how much I am truly thankful for. God has blessed me insurmountably.

I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!

Liv