On a Happy day in late November, two little girls laughed themselves silly; their Mama looked on from afar with hear lens.
The Mama had never had sisters.
She chuckled to herself as she watched those girls giggle.
They'd twirl and hug each other__ and then laugh some more.
Their smiles were so big, like a curved string to the moon and back.
The Mama thought about what it must be like to wake up each morning next to a bosom buddy; to a life long friend that the Lord gave from the very beginning?
What it must be like to have a tea party in their small attic room on a whim?
What it must be like to have an older sister read you endless stories, and a young sister direct you into countless plays in the living room each night before family time?
The giggles melted each girl into a puddle of happy exhaustion on the floor and the Mama put down her lens and scooped them both up into her arms.
She tickled them both and whispered it into them, whispered the gift of sisters...
"I love the way you love each other."
She told them this as she smiled from ear to ear at the gift of a sweet sweet sisterhood under her very own farmhouse roof.
They giggled some more in the tiny little farmhouse that was bursting with joy on a Tuesday in late November.