When I was reviewing photos from Thanksgiving, I came back to this one several times. Here we are, PJ and I, in our aprons (that she requested we wear, like our mothers), working together to provide a feast for our families. We were just like kids again for days before the event, phoning, planning, laughing, feeling the excitement build each day. We suddenly realized that this was how our mothers had felt when we were just small girls and could not have understood the importance of deep family ties and traditions.So here we are, well into our 50s, and finally understanding the link to our past that makes us, not only who we are today, but whom we have always been. And, we have each finally found our sister, whom we longed for all our lives. Ahh, the relief.
Our mothers were both farm wives. Neither PJ nor I are. But, oh, can we pretend together! And, we married these fabulous men who go along with whatever our whims happen to be for the day. So, here we are, playing farm. God definitely had a plan for putting us within a half-day drive of one another, at last.
