Posts Tagged: sisterhood
For the past couple of years my hair has been falling out. I had a LOT of hair so it didn’t bother me. When Lyme kicked in full force and starting attacking my body from all angles, the hair issue became more severe. As it thinned out it started getting me down. So I decided to kick this disease in the balls and show it that, even if I have to shave all my hair or go entirely bald, this BUG will not win. Anyway, I think JIM at HeadQuarters Hair Salon in Barrie did an amazing job and I LOVE my new do. Fresh start! Oddly enough, it feels and looks thicker.
Lady, you’ve been there for the birth of both of my children. You’ve sat by my side many a night while we laughed and we wept and shared all of the stories.
Even the ones I had never shared with anyone before.
You accept me as I am, knowing it all – seeing it all. You counsel, you drop everything, you are genuine.
You love my children like they were you own. You take care of my man as your own brother.
For these and so many more reasons – we are sisters. Bonded by that which we have in common. Us the broken, the mended, the loving and the fierce.
Oh what a beautiful and blessed day it was. The day you were born.
As promised, pics of the boys room and Heart’s new baby girl’s room. All wall art, (from drawn stencils) and pillows made by moi. Kitschy doo-dads are treasured foundlings during my thrift store escapades, of which there are many. It’s an addiction. Heart and I have been sistah’s for a long time now. I call her Heart because her last name is Harte and she has wee purple heart tat on her tummy. This is her and I back in the day.