Sisters…sisters…there were never such devoted sisters… Oh how true this is. I love my sisters. I actually grew up only having one sister (ten years younger than me), but I now have several variations of sisters, but all sisters none-the-less. I have been thinking about them more often as of late. Maybe that’s because some are not nearly as close as I would prefer them to be. Friends are important and I care deeply for them, but there is nothing quite like a sister. One who you call to ask for some fashion advice. One who is the only one who can bear the task of shopping with you and give you an honest opinion…even brutally honest. One you can call hysterical and upset over the loss of a little life within. One to be there to watch the birth of your children. One to share your best recipes with. One who knows just how to take care of your kids when you aren’t around. One who sees what kind of person you really are.  One you can laugh so hard with that you almost pee your pants. These are the women who mean so much to me. These are the women I respect, love, cherish, would do anything for, and absolutely love every moment I get to spend with them. These are Jillian, Brynn, Jackie, Whitney and Natalie. Jen, Whitney, Brynn, Jillian, Jackie, Natalie (2009)