This Story about the Nielsons. About sisters. About hope. About love.
And now that I've stopped crying, something else I can't get out of my head is my own sisters. Their lives. Their challenges. Their strengths. I need to be a better sister. I'm grateful for sisters. Blood, law, and the ones that fill in when the real kind are too far away.Sunday, October 26, 2008
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I was up late after reading this article, too. I thought a lot about the line that it is one's sisters that are the closest to you -- to understanding who you are. Even though Stephanie's sisters are so individualistic, they KNOW and GET her.
I thought of how different I am from my sisters. And how I so often feel we don't understand each other. But when there's something big going on in our lives, we turn to each other.
Your sisters are blessed to have you, Mary.
I cried too.I was thinking about my 4 sisters all day yesterday, how much I love them, and how thankful I am that we're close and that there is such a thing as sisters!
I read the story of the Nielson's this morning at work. bad idea. i totally cried. i wish i knew them personally. all the family just sounds so amazing! sisters are the best!
i email and call my sisters and we always talk about how we relate to the feelings Steph and her sisters have for each other and about each other. it has been tough being away from them with this pregnancy and then i think about Steph was like when she was pregnant in our NJ ward and know everything will be fine.
we are so much a reflection of all of our sisters and they are definitely what is closest to ourselves and how we being to define ourselves (similar or not). i love the ways i am defined by mine and cannot help but cry with immense devotion and love when i think of them. Steph and her sisters are such a great portrait of that as well.
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