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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

SORELLA















hawaiian -> sœur ...Spanish -> hermana ....Italian -> sorella
Finnish -> sisko .....Swedish -> syster ....Japanese -> imoto
english -> sister......

my sister is my right arm.
and my left arm.
i can't imagine my life without her.
her presence takes me back to a childhood I never had.
a childhood I ache for my kids to have.
her goofiness, vunerability, silliness, and honest heart makes me feel myself....
helps me remember who I am.... where i come from.... where i belong.
her tears and laughter reassures me she's real.
my tears are because she's real.
God designed such a divine, genius plan for the both of us to be made sisters.
for the both of us to have such an inseparable bond with him as our foundation.
Our relationship as sisters started the minute God planned us that way.
our relationship as sisters has been years in the making.
our relationship as sisters is unshakable, indestructible, indescribable.
my sister has always been my sister through any space, time or distance.
and no space, time or distance can ever change that.
she is me and I am her.
i've got her back and she has mine.
she drives me home when its late, i pick her up when its early.
we share clothes, thoughts, drinks, food, makeup, ideas, candy, movies, cd's, tanning oil,
pillow, blanket, chairs, shoes.

**we DO NOT share bordeaux from See's candy. we just DON'T. something we know neither of us will tolerate as sisters.**

but more importantly we share DNA. and to me that means **Don't **Never **Assume youcomebeforemysister.

Sisters
Sisters
There were never such devoted sisters

Never had to have a chaperone "No, sir"
I'm there to keep my eye on her

Caring
Sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing

When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress and I stayed home

All kinds of weather
We stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two diff'rent faces
But in tight places
We think and we act as one

Those who've
Seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us....
**
I can't look down the road, at the end of the tunnel, toward the future and not see you there. it's as unatural as waking up before 8 am. **

xxoo I love you too mush El.
xxoo Sissy

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