Canyon Life

I have two little brothers. I remember when I was small, being walked across the street to a neighbors house to stay overnight. My mom was in labor, and my dad was dropping us off. I asked my dad what sex the baby was going to be. He said a boy. My head dropped, a loud sigh followed, and I remember thinking that it wasn't fair. I already HAD a brother, now I'll have two?? Why??? Mom came home with a redheaded little baby that looked nothing like Chris and I. I was SOOOOO disappointed. Where was my sister? Why couldn't I have a female sibling to be best friends with? Two boys were too many. We fought like animals constantly. Argued all the time. Poor mom. I don't think we got along once during the whole time we lived in the same house. Not to mention the car situation. When it was just Chris and I, we fit in the backseat just fine. Sure, Chris would be annoying me from his side of the car, but he couldn't quite reach me. We even got to sit in the front seat back then! Until that one time mom left us in an idling car in the garage. I put the car in drive and it went through the wall of the kitchen. Oops. But that's beside the point. When David and his car seat showed up, they hogged up all the room in the backseat. And as he got older, he squished me into the door. I appreciated nothing about having brothers until about ten years ago.

Awww, look, there's weird little David, and Chris, who only ate chocolate sundaes. No nuts.

Here's the thing. I never had sisters. And God knew best. I ended up giving birth to three boys. My kids love that I can do boy stuff with them. I never grew out of being a tomboy. God prepared me for this role from the beginning, surrounding me with crazy boys.

But I did wind up with sisters, too! Later in life God blessed me with quite a few sisters in Christ. And that's way better, because I'll know them for eternity! I can't even begin to tell you how thankful and blessed I am in the sister department. And I don't even deserve it.