Red and White

I have a picture on my desk of me and my sisters on my wedding day. We are all in varying outfits of red and white and smiling.

I love this picture.

I love looking at it everyday when I glance up from scripture study or peeking out from behind my ever-busy sewing machine. It makes me smile in a very real-deep-down-that-makes-me-happy kind of way.

Sisters.

Heavenly Father just knew what he was doing when he made sisters, I tell ya. Those three ladies are three lights in my life. So smart. So funny. So kind and considerate. So sassy and fun.

Sara, the oldest, has always been the mold-breaker. She was not afraid to be her own self when we were kids, and she's not afraid to be it now. She is fun and spontaneous. And perhaps because she's my oldest sister, I always think of her as the experienced one. I have found in our adult years that she is infinitely thoughtful.  She has a beautiful smile. She is an incredibly good gift giver.

Tasha, the sister just older than me, is stability itself. She is generous beyond measure--always concerned and thinking about the other person. In my youth she was my model--if Tasha did it, I should too. I'm not sure if that's really changed much. She is the peacemaker. But oh so feisty when we wants to be!

Paige, the baby of the family and my little twin, is the wild one. She is not afraid to do crazy things in public or tell it like it is. She has boundless amounts of energy and opinions of equal magnitude. And yet she has us all wrapped around her little finger with her fierce love and devotion to us. She doesn't judge. She is the girl I always thought I wanted to be.

When I look at our bright smiling faces in the picture on our desk--as unique as the stark contrasts between my white dress and Paige's bright red--I am grateful to have such wonderful women put their arms around me and want to pull me in close.