High Heels and Baby Wipes
Today I took two of my little sisters shopping. Wow, fun times! Every stop we would make they would sneak something else into the cart- just to see if I would notice. Once I turned around from picking out the granola bars Mom needed, only to see stacks of candy in the cart. Another time I returned from looking for baby wipes to see that my kind sisters were generously donating all the cute baby undershirts my future kids would ever need! Wow, amazing to have such considerate sisters. Especially when they seem to be walking calmly and happily beside you . . . and you find out that they are walking away in pairs of spike heels! We had a ton of fun- especially running and sliding down all those cool isles that the new Wal-Mart grocery section has!
Maturity? What is that?
Why does it often take impending separation to make us realize what we will be missing? I know that much of my life I have spent being my own independent individual. Often that has separated me from the ones that I love most. I can only pray that my siblings learn from my example, rather than following it . . . excepting the running and sliding, of course. Who would want to cheat them out of that experience?
