Sustas and such...

Yesterday I got to hear the rushing of the creek behind our new place that is being renovated. I stood on the two planks that are left from the old back porch and imagined how I would sit and read and while away the time on Sunday afternoons just listening to the silence. Then I remembered I have a nine year old and there is no silence, but it was nice while it lasted. I have to admit that I am, and always have been a city girl, but I am ready to take this on. I envision a garden and flowers and such. My baby sister (28) has an organic garden, a compost pile, avidly recycles, she's a real earthy girl (today my youngest called her a hippie, trust me, she will be flattered). She trained to be a midwife and was a doula for a few years, she now teaches high school English, literature and several other subjects. I am sure if she is reading this, she is cringing at my overuse of the comma. She is beautiful without even trying, it's really disgusting.

My other sister (38) is also a teacher and the mother of the cutest red headed boy ever to be birthed. She is one of the strongest people I know, with a vicious faith and love of God. She is beautiful too, of course, and a great multi-tasker.We are all so different.

I remember once the three of us were in a bookstore in Nashville. We walked in and #3 said "I wonder where the natural childbirth section is?". I said, "I wonder where the nursing section is?" and middle sis said, " Point me towards the c/section." I love that we can be so different and love and respect each other still, so much.That's the ticket.