Sisters are sisters.....to the end we go!

I am the youngest of three crazy ;) sisters. Three girls in a house is not easy. Oy! What's funny growing up is we argued, we shared, we had loyalty at the best of times and agression at the worst. Now this many years later we have an unfounded view of love and family. As put by my middle sister "You hurt one of my sisters and I come running with a shovel, and boy do I hate running." Truth. Who can you count on if you don't have family?????????? I am grateful. I am loved. And I will NEVER take my family for granted for the rest of my life.