I'm 3 1/2 years older than Carolyn, so while we were growing up, we didn't have much in common. While I was in the throws of junior high, she was just a little nine-year-old. And I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't pay much attention to her then. I lived in my own little world.
It wasn't until we were all grown up and getting married and having children that I realized we did have something in common: we were sisters. She was my only sister, and thankfully, she was very sweet and kind and helpful.
She got married first and had a baby first, so she had something to teach me. She was always there to watch my three children and two dogs along with her five children when Don and I went out of town. I still don't know how she did that.
She is a much better cook and housekeeper than I am, so I looked to her with advice from boiling eggs to making macaroni salad to getting stains out of the wash.
I don't know what I'd do without my dear sister.
I love her so much!