These girls. Oh my heart, these girls.
They scrubbed my kitchen floor, vacuumed the whole main level, swept up an actual mountain of dirt & dust in the garage, scrubbed carpet spots, mended my favorite daily-wear jeans, cleaned wax off the wall that my pooch spilled with her tail (that's a story), cut up a whole ham so I could freeze it in smaller portions, addressed envelopes, washed windows, scrubbed my makeup bag, and massaged my back.
And I know I'm forgetting something or more than one something.
Did I mention the scrubbing?
My independent side hates letting people help me. It's a legit battle I fight every day.
But when I accept the love and acts of kindness from my family and friends, we're all blessed.
And sometimes I get my flipping socks blown off.
Hannah Banana, Rufus and Susie Gusie, thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Thank you for being my sisters.
Thank you for loving me, even when I'm unloveable.
Thank you for the laughs.
Thank you for the hugs.
Thank you for the help.
Thank you for your sacrificial care.
Thank you for not complaining.
I love you.
P.S. Behold the multitude of sister picture hodgepodge randomness below. And Sister Three, you need to get in more pictures. The end.