This weekend I was adopted by some sisters. My eldest and I were invited to join them at a Women of Faith Conference in Shreveport. I rode over there with 2 of the sisters and 1 of their daughters. Another sister (who is the only one of them that I knew until now) and a sister-in-law and her daughter drove over from Texas. My daughter and the daughters of my friend drove down from MSU.
Here we all are in the hotel lobby just before heading home. The 3 tallest ones on the back row are the actual sisters. The blond in the white shirt is their sister-in-law and the short one is me. The cousins and my eldest (2nd from the left) are on the front row. I think she knew all of them from her long relationship with her buddy. They have been best friends for 12 years, even though the family moved to Texas. They are reunited at State. Thanks to Rachael (in the green shirt on the end of the front row) for organizing the entire adventure: not an easy feat when you're expecting and your brain is busy growing a baby! We had everything we needed.
I enjoyed the conference, but I think I enjoyed the time with my eldest the most. We had time to talk without her sisters being there, and sometimes that's important. And we got to see, from the inside, how another family operates. I've discovered that families aren't much different in some ways and are all different in other ways. I think almost everybody knows that, but sometimes we need to be reminded.