Sisters Archives - A Wildwood Story

I have five younger sisters (yes, FIVE), of which I am proudly the oldest and tallest. {Someone has to be higher up in order to be looking out for everyone all the time.} If our faces didn’t look so similar, I might be inclined to believe the story that I was adopted (specifically, found on the side of the road), since they are all miniatures wearing ridiculously small shoes while I’ve been clomping around in size 10’s and towering over everyone like a giraffe since age 12.

Remember that movie about a magical pair of jeans which fit four different friends perfectly? We have our very own version of that, a sort of connecting thread.

Due to our height, and general body shape differences we have three camps: Very Petite Sister, All the Other Sisters, and Me. No one can wear my shoes or clothes. I can wear their stuff only if it is giant-sized. However, there are two things which us Oldest 5 love and use frequently. And these two things we can share and share alike.

Sisters at the beach

Oldest 5 took Dad on a surprise trip to the beach. l-r: Naomi, Esther, Mara, Me, Keturah*

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Dear Candace,

Thursday, March 22:

I’m writing to you from Indy, where spring has been welcomed with fluffy snow and strong winds. Naomi’s wedding on Saturday will probably feature temps below freezing and more precipitation. Remember that proverb about March?

In like a lion, out like a lamb.

False. OPPOSITE.

However, this is not dampening our spirits in the least and we are enjoying every minute of preparation and time spent together this week! Many important tasks have already been accomplished, such as last-minute shoe shopping for certain unnamed member of the family, the purchase of chalkboards from Michael’s, flower petal accumulation (for the send-off), getting our nails done, and eating of Thai food.

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Sisterhood of the Traveling…BB Cream?

Letter 33 {Wedding, Donuts}