This weekend goes down in history as one of my favorites in a long time. I knew it would be fun, but an hour after arriving in Syracuse, my sides were already aching from laughter. It was great to be with my blood sisters and African sisters.
My sister, Sherry, graciously hosted all of us in her home. She is an artist, with touches of beauty all throughout her house. We spent most of our time around her kitchen table, looking at these sweet things her son picked for her.
Mugs of tea and coffee warmed our hands as we told story after story after story. We finally unglued ourselves from the table to enjoy a gorgeous day at Green Lakes State Park.
We took a leisurely 3-mile walk around the uniquely green-colored lakes, with the backdrop of tree blossoms just about to pop, all around us. Our photographers included strangers pulled from their own walks.
Also, a handy log and camera self-timer make for a good shot! I almost got impaled by a branch running over to the group for this one:
There were more funny things that happened or were said than there are legs on a centipede.
More even than the amounts of time a bumble-bee can buzz in its entire life.
Sisters, indeed, are the best.
After our lovely walk, we pampered our toes with some beauty and whimsy. Bonnie skillfully painted flowers, designs, and filigree on our toenails. Can you tell which ones are mine?
Saturday night we made an African meal, complimented by more stories. On Sunday, before we left, we took a series of photos. I gave my camera to my nephew, Nathanael. When I told him he could take as many as he wanted, a small chuckle escaped his throat, and we heard a constant stream of “click, click, click,” coming from his direction. I deleted over 50 shots, kept quite a few, and am sharing my favorite four.
When Ruthie and I first met, we were more like friend-emies… a mixture between best friends and enemies. For over twenty years now we’ve visited back and forth, been in eachother’s weddings, marveled at eachother’s children, laughed, cried and prayed for one another. What a blessing friendships grown with time are. Like the most delightful wine. Aged to perfection.
I love how this picture captures the fact that, no matter how many years have passed, we’re really still just kids deep inside.
I will relish these memories for the rest of my life. I treasure these friendships even more.