Sisters

I took this picture of my mom and her sisters one weekend. 

Their birthdays weren’t celebrated growing up. No cake, gifts or anything special.  So that weekend they had a big celebration together, got the cake and balloons and noisemakers and threw a party for each other and themselves.  It’s the only picture I have of that day but it speaks a thousand words. 

It wasn’t staged.  They floated and laughed for hours. Telling jokes and sharing old stories.  

So grateful for these women.  Their strength, resilience, courage and grace, yes and…fierce love.  

Perfectly imperfect.