Ode to my sisters

We three have traveled very different roads,
Jenn seemed to have been born to save anything from energy to toads,
She wows us all with her veterinary knowledge and surgical finesse
She makes a difference everyday with unknown maladies to address.
Em's path is the road less traveled -- of that I am sure,
with veers and detours she has had to navigate and endure,
I feel "the best is yet to come" is a truly fitting phrase
for Emily is a great loving lady in the middle of life's maze.
And my life is so traditional I would have said, "Not for me!"
if you'd stopped a younger version of me and said this is where I'd be.
But here we are dispersed on three very different paths
Sharing but a glimpse of a blog, a phone call for laughs.
From time to time I do something that feels like my sisters are by my side.
And more often than not, sentimental tears well up inside.

Okay, that's all the poetry a napping babe will allow. Today for lunch I made panninis for Al and the children and then after we replanted the flower bed in front, we made smoothies with our submersion blender. Both of those were Christmas gifts from my sisters. So, Sisters, you are with me even in the little everyday things that seem so far removed from you! Love you.



And an addendum:

Check out this living room -- can you believe it is mine? Adorable sweet people are in it, and they are my dreambabes no question, but look at the "scenery" -- I remember when we viewed this house, this space was filled with a magnificent burled wood baby grand adorned with silver-framed photographs. Then when we bought it, it looked like a dancehall with perfectly polished wood floors. And so often pre-kids, Al promised we would never have a house overrun with toys. Me, I can't stand clutter, but for some reason, this type doesn't bother me. Now that is a tolerance that I developed in my 30s!