My Sisters and I

We ventured to my hometown of Beloit, Kansas for the 4th of July week/weekend. I am the second of ten children. Eight of the ten siblings were able to be in attendance for the festivities. My sister called a couple weeks prior hoping to take a sister picture. Sure. I can't wait. 30 weeks pregnant. I was to find something in the chosen color scheme. Sure. I can't wait. 30 weeks pregnant. I adore pictures of our children so I wasn't going to put up a fight, but I sure did mentally. I have a beautiful picture of my great-grandmother and her six sisters. I envisioned my children and their children looking back in the years to come at our picture so I was game.

In order, Damaris, Samantha, Kristin, our mother, Hilary, myself and child, Kathryn, and Kellan.

In order by birth.  

I'll admit it.  I am the funniest.  We each have our unique trait that is brought to the table, but I win the funniest award.  I am told I am half Irish and half German.  I think my little genes somehow went down the all 100% Irish route.

Our sister-in-law took the pictures for us.  She has her own brood of seven sisters.  

Created by my own inner psyche, I often feel the need to qualify each time that every family, every life, every homeschool, every everything isn't perfect. I sure hope that is a given. Like every family, our family has experienced numerous trials. We are all sinful human beings. We do love each other very much. I have a special love for my siblings that I share for nobody else. They love our children like no one else. I have been at a conference with the older children for three days. My sister has been caring for the little three and has sent hysterical text messages all day regarding the funny things each child was doing or how adorable little Damaris was. They have a love for my children like I do. I am so thankful we took the time to take these pictures to have for the generations to come.