My Poor Sisters.

Angela:
My poor sister. No longer do I take my camera with me anywhere... hardly. I assigned Angela the job of being my family photographer. The result of having the nicer camera, lenses and editing programs is a big sister (me) that hounds you about pictures all the time. As if she has nothing else to do! I will say "Now Angela, you are in charge of all the pictures."and "I really hope you are getting some good pictures." Poor her. I drive her crazy when we are designing invitations and I have to have the polka dots placed exactly right. She doesn't act mad or aggravated but, I know I annoy the heck out of her. Now, I can't even imagine posting one of my own plain, not-so-great pictures from my camera on my blog so I say, "Angela, how about I write my posts and you are in charge of the pictures." She has had no comment about that one. But she does it. Sorry Angela. You are so good to me. I hope you know how much I appreciate it!

Rebecca:
My poor sister. She helps me all the time with my children lately. Now that Corey is gone she always seems to be able to help. She rearranges her work schedule to keep the kids for me to be able to work. She will come over at the last minute and sometimes very early in the morning. In fact, I can only think of a time or two when she hasn't been able to help me. She also doesn't seem to mind my last minute requests for hair color and hair cuts for the boys. Truth is, I don't know why she is so sweet to me. I hope you know how much I appreciate you too!

I'm thankful for you both.