I've posted this still from a home movie a couple times before––from my sister's birthday when she turned five and I was three.
It's a favorite photo of mine.
I always say the same thing about this photo, that it shows all you need to know about my sister and me:
she has picked her peony carefully; I'm holding the peony I've pulled up by its roots.
Our sisterhood has progressed as you might guess it would have... (For instance, she did not invite me to her birthday festivities for this momentous birthday today (60), and I wouldn't want to go.)
It's a favorite photo of mine.
I always say the same thing about this photo, that it shows all you need to know about my sister and me:
she has picked her peony carefully; I'm holding the peony I've pulled up by its roots.
Our sisterhood has progressed as you might guess it would have... (For instance, she did not invite me to her birthday festivities for this momentous birthday today (60), and I wouldn't want to go.)
Oh, and looking back through my blog, I found a photo of us (sister in blue) with our twenty-nine-year-old mother that same summer, from a post about our mother & valium.
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