We may not always see eye to eye Feel or think or act alikeBut I'll love you 'til I dieAnd I'm with you, come what might!Happy 40th birthday!
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Lovely.Simple yet so effective.
Claudia, here is a south Indian classical percussion instrument called Miruthangam. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_I7XcdEbSdYThis instrument gets hit from both sides. i am like this instrument caught between two sisters who don't see eye to eye. There is lot of love and affection most of the time but sometimes war breaks out. when i get sick both the sisters get together playing Florence Nightingale. Right now they are at war.Happy birthday to your sister. She must be adoring Ana and Clara.
What a wonderful portrait and strong piece of poetry! Can you get a better birthday gift? ... and what a fantastic comment by Rauf!
Thank you, Haddock. Welcome to my blog.Dearest Rauf, upon reading your wonderful comment my Mother said that it feels like you're part of the family. And it does. Thank you for the thought and concern you put into your words whenever you comment on my erratic blog. I hope you don't have to get sick again for your sisters to call a truce in their war. You're still weak and recovering, they shouldn't be playing you like a Miruthangam. Although as a Miruthangam you're playing the part of "Deva Vaadyam," or the "Instrument of the Gods," it probably doesn't feel very nice...Thanks again, Rauf. Best wishes for you and your sisters, who must love you to pieces.Dear Peter, thanks. I tried to make up for the fact that we weren't able to travel to Portugal to be with her on this special occasion.
My dearest,lovely sister,I love you very, very much. And you must never doubt that. I loved your post. It was the best b-day gift of all. I´m just sorry I didn´t see it sooner.Thanks to all your blog fans for the b-day wishes. I wish thwm all the best 2.Just got your cards:-) beautiful as always!! Thank you!!!!Call U later.I miss U. Sometimes it hurts how much.Millions of kissesBBB
Your sister is at the best age in this photo. I could eat her up. Who is the dear woman holding her?
Blue-eyed Sis was always the one with the looks! My great-aunt, who brought up my Dad when he became an orphan at 11, is holding her.
That was so sweet, and so is your your sisters comments...there's nothing quite like sisters!
Congratulations!Just a lovely photo!PS: I found you through Rauf and I am glad I did.Regards from Sonia, São Paulo, Brazil.
I can't imagine it being possible to be prettier than you, so maybe she says the same thing.Now I am quite intrigued by your great-aunt and your dad's story . . .
Hello, Kitty! Yes, the bonds between sisters and between mothers and daughters are special. Thanks! Hello, Sonia! Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment. Tudo de bom para si, adoro o Brasil mesmo sem nunca lá ter estado.Ruth, what a nice thing to say! My dad's mother died from TB when he was 9. There was no cure for TB in the 1940's. His dad died 2 years later, also from TB. Dad's dad had two unmarried sisters who took in Dad, his brother and sister. Dad's sister died shortly afterwards, also from TB. Very tragic childhood for someone who turned out to be exceptionally well-balanced, loving and high achieving.
I love this posting, especially the picture caught my eye!Happy Birthday to your sister too :)
Some touching additional information to read here in the comments!
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