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Sisters

Sisters (Irving Berlin, 1954)

Sisters, sisters

There were never such devoted sisters,
Never had to have a chaperone, No sir,
I'm there to keep my eye on her
Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress, and I stayed home
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Those who've seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man
Sister and me and John
I know deep inside your heart that you will feel the best intention
Sister you will know
You understand that in the far I'll always be you, the men will come and go
All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two different faces, but in tight places
We think and we act as one
Those who've seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us
Many men have tried to split us up, but no one can
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man



As I've mentioned before, I'm a sucker for song-and-dance, and my favorite Christmas movie is "White Christmas".  I especially love this scene, "Sisters".  The costumes are gorgeous and the sentiment - zing!


You could not possibly, if you tried, find three different sisters than in  my family (kinda like Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby).  I know a lot of people would say it is because two of us are adopted, but we were all raised in the same house, so there has to BE something similar going on, right?  Hmmm.


We had all the familiar sisterly squabbles growing up, but we also really grew apart for a long time.  Part of that is just the busy-ness of life, but part of it was by choice.  Now, we are making the choice to grow together.  The funny thing is, I'm not sure that much has changed:  we are all still three really different people.  However, I think we are kinder and gentler with each other.  We've been through more, each of us as individuals, and are more empathetic to each other's choices, dilemmas, struggles and worries.


That all sounds very somber, and it shouldn't.  We laugh and enjoy each other.  We make it a priority to see each other.  We poke fun at each other. 


There is a sentimental saying:  "Chance made us sisters, but our hearts made us friends."  I suppose because of the adoption, that is true, but I don't like the idea of chance.  I think God made us both sisters, and we've chosen to be friends.

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