August third is one of my sisters’ birthday.

I am very grateful for her. You know when the skies are in turmoil? Greys and shadows swirl about in gusted winds of lightening thunder. Waves rip and roar in rabid flecks of foaming heights…

She is the rock upon which one may rest assured. Well rooted, she is unswayed by bitter winds.

I am grateful for her – and I am over the moon grateful that she has worked to gather my family together this coming Saturday.

That is priceless.

I am very grateful for her this evening. We’ve had some good times together.

Leave a Reply