I have no natural-born sisters. But sisters at heart – I have dozens!
A sister to me is a girlfriend whom I love, who loves me back, no matter what. If I hurt her or if she hurts me, we forgive each other and carry on.
A sister revels in your successes and cries with you when you are sad. She wants the best for you and will defend you to the death.
A sister believes the best of you and supports you in your efforts. No one enjoys your good times more than she does or laughs louder at your jokes. She also points out your mistakes and loves you through them.
A sister is a soulmate in many ways. She shares your secrets and confidences. She knows your likes and dislikes and can often predict what you will order at a restaurant.
I have such sisters in my Quilting Bee. We have known each other for years and yet never get tired of each others’ company. We often comment how we all feel the need to get together more often than we do because we miss each other when we are apart.
We give each other good advice and not just about quilting. About everything really – cooking, entertaining, grandparenting, decorating, car repair, computing, marriage, etc. I learn something every time we are together.
Our group is very eclectic and economically diverse, but you would never know it. You’d think we were all from the same family by the amount of love in the room.
In all the years I have been a part of this group, I have never heard a harsh word against anyone. There are no cliques or little gangs amongst us. And I believe the only curse word I ever heard was said by me in a frustrating sewing moment. (I know! I’m still sorry!)
This group is so special to me. I knew I had to be a part of them the moment I first met them. It’s a good thing they turned out to be quilters and not miners, because I would be deep in the mines right now.
These dear sisters share everything – no holding back. They will give anything that is needed – ideas, knowledge, tools, patterns, fabric, support, hugs. They will sit beside you, go with you, stand behind you, hold your hand and pat your back. I have seen them make meals, finish others’ quilts, clean a house, drive a friend, pick up a family member and babysit a dog.
And talk about huggers! These gals are the best huggers in the world! I can always count on getting my quota of hugs on Bee day. I always feel so warm and loved.
My quilting sisters set the bar high for kindness and goodness. They make me a better person by just being around them. How could I not be a better me when surrounded by my mentors of such high caliber? I hope to be just like each one of them when I grow up.
These sisters of mine are top-notch quilters, too. How lucky am I to have the best teachers to guide me? They challenge me gently to constantly improve my skills and to never accept less than my best from myself.
I dearly love my sisters and know they dearly love me. I count the days until we are together again. We will greet each other with hugs and smiles. We will laugh, talk, share stories, show our quilting projects, eat and continue on with more of the same. It never gets old.
We can’t get enough of each other. My sisters and me.