Sisters mean a whole lot more to me now days...

     We all know that growing up with siblings is not always the greatest time, nor were they the worst.  When we lost our mother on April 21, 2020, my sisters became my world. We had lost our step-father, father, and step-mother many years earlier so as my oldest sister and I have said to each other many times, we are orphans. It wasn't meant as anything bad or even good but that thought stuck with me for the past few years.

    For Christmas in 2020, I remember honoring my mother by making everyone on my list something with my own hands. As I said before, my mother could make anything and Christmas time was no exception. I loved watching the smiles and the appreciation for the gifts. Now for my sisters, those were special gifts from my very heart.  I wanted my sisters to know that they meant everything to me, that they were my world now. 

    I am not a mushy gushy person, never really have been. I always thought that my oldest sister had more in common with my mother and my youngest always had my father. I know what you are saying, "Middle child syndrome!"  Maybe you are right but I have pretty much kept to myself for most of my life. I have not had too many close friends or ones that can put up with me. I think in order to like me you have to spend time with me.  To spend time with me you learn I am all heart. I may come off as harsh or mean, but honestly, I am not.

    The first year I gave my sisters crocheted blankets. I wanted them to know every time they covered themselves up with the blanket that I was there to help kept them warm and comfortable. I know I couldn't always be there to give them hugs. Hugs?!?! Yeah, I don't do them too much, they just aren't my thing. So this was my hug to them. Many hours and nights sitting on the couch, hugging the yarn as I crocheted the love into those blankets.

    Last year...oh my last Christmas was a doozy!  I started most of my projects but did NOT get them done for my sisters to open. After countless and countless hours of piecing together and cross-stitching their gifts, I was finally able to give each sister one. I cross-stitched my own life into those gifts because it was some of the happiest times since being sick I have felt. I wanted them to hang these pieces on their wall and know I will always look at them and see not only their happiest days but also their saddest days. I would always be there for them, even when I am gone.  As you see, some projects really show who and what I am only wanting to give others but sometimes just can't do it like they are accustomed to. 

    Wanna see my sister's wall hangings???