Growing up my brother and I fought. A lot. My sister was always "Switzerland" and would have to sit between us at church, in the car, at the table... or Dave and I would attempt to kill each other. Most of my childhood memories with Dave involve one of us inflicting pain on the other. My mom tells how she was so worried we'd grow up and never speak to each other.

Happy to report, I love my big brother today.

But I have that same fear for my girls. One of my biggest hopes is that they will grow up to have a good bond as sisters and friends.

This past weekend, Karen and her siblings came out to my place for photos. And I saw it again - adult siblings getting along! As they interacted you could tell they are close and involved in each other's lives. There is something so special about the bond between siblings. I remember growing up Dave and I would fight like cats and dogs... but if anyone else ever said anything bad about me they would face the wrath of my big brother.

It makes me so happy to see adult siblings together like this enjoying each other! Thanks for making the trek out here, gang!









Thank you neighbour for the use of your barn and hay bale if you're looking at my blog! :-)















Thanks for organizing this Karen! Here she is with her new baby....



Celebrating life and love,

Krista