Sisters

I was raised in a fairly matriarchal family.  Not that the men weren't good patriarchs -they were, but there was a significant female presence.  We call it the "Guymon Woman Thing".  Watching my Mom and her sisters, and my own relationship with my sisters over the years, along with the ups and downs of raising these four hoodlums has taught me a few things about sisters:

1)  You don't have to BE the same.  Our differences make us magical.

2) You don't have to think/feel the same.  We don't have to cave to get along, agreement isn't a prerequisite for a healthy relationship.

3)  Another's strength doesn't make you weak.  Sisters can pool resources and be thankful.

4) Love is where it's at.  Doesn't matter how long it's been, what the circumstances are, the when's where's or why's of our interactions -  Sisters are all about love (unless we're fighting).

Sisters are something special.  I guess time will teach my girls that too.

Time Out for Women

We finally convinced the "upper" (not to be confused with older) generation of Guymon women to let us tag along for their sisters weekend.  Luckily I also convinced a few of my sisters to join us.  Aimee, Jeri, Mom and I met up with Mel in Provo and headed to SLC for the blessed event and enough Estrogen to make any girl giddy.

The speakers were amazing, the bonding was out of this world, there was a lot of girl sharing and mommy-talk and it was blissful.  I also got to catch up with "The Aunts" (whom I adore) and a cousin or two that I haven't seen in for.ev.er!!!

Kudos to the Daddy's for making this possible.  Yes - I realize that full frontals of me while pregnant aren't really flattering but seriously?  It's been done so many times, what's one more???  

Look - here we all are!  Thanks to Niki for hosting the whole group and for "the Aunts" for letting us crash the party.  I really did love the whole thing.