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Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sisters. Show all posts

Thursday, May 7, 2009

sister skype ii

For as long as I can remember, Evelyn has always been goofy with me just to make me laugh. (I imagine her with her face pressed to the bars of my crib, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes. And me giggling like crazy.) Our Skype session was no exception. As soon as she started making faces, I had to run and get the camera. I took a whole series, but these are my favorites:

scared monster face


smiley face


"Heeey! You're taking pictures!" face


goofy monster face


scary schoolteacher face


hysterical laughing face


enormous cookie eyes


I miss my sister!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Sister Skype

So Monica and I, separated by 2,024 miles, have been trying to find ways to stay connected and play via long distance. Wednesday night, with promises to flash Gizmo, I got her to finally Skype me. So, what do we proceed to do? Make faces at each other! What a perfect thing for two sisters to do!

Thursday, April 30, 2009

little old ladies snoozing in the car

Daytona Beach, August 2004


We were driving back from a Sisters Only trip to St. Augustine together, and had stopped in Daytona for a bite to eat. We pulled up beside this car with the windows rolled down and heard the snoring. We grinned at each other as I whipped out my camera. I had the distinct feeling that these were sisters also driving back home from a Sisters Only trip from somewhere and they needed a little rest along the way. I remember turning to my sister and noting that that would be us someday, the little dark-haired old lady (my sister) and the little white-haired old lady (me) snoozing in the car together on their journey.

I can only hope we will be so lucky to be alive and in the same place when we are in our 70s, 80s, or even 90s. Sitting on the porch behind a white picket fence, sipping iced tea on our rockers, watching the world go by.