Last week, my sister, Amber, invited my little girls and me to come over to her house and play. It was a federal holiday, so she had the day off work.
Aunt Amber spoiled us with a lunch of delicious taco soup (recipe courtesy of my little sister, Whitney, who repeatedly called us during the day, justifiably accusing us of having sister fun without her) and a fresh batch of cookie dough. And some baked cookies, just for good measure. She also let the girls craft away with all manner of glitter and glue in her immaculate condo.
Teensy and Kenna cannot contain themselves when they are near Amber's rather extensive jewelry collection. They hardly know which necklace or bracelet to accessorize with first. Kenna excitedly reported to Aunt Amber that "these red earrings are beautiful!" while gesticulating with her little fingers.
Teensy eventually moved on to giving Aunt Amber a make-over. This girl is a natural born hair stylist, if you ask me. She gifted Amber with not one, not two, but four
ponytails at once! Then, she topped the look off with a pink feather boa. Amber was ready for a night on the town, to be sure!
I decided that I needed a turn to try a new curling technique I'd heard about. I had to twist Amber's arm to get her to let me play with her hair (yeah, right). Before long, I dazzled her with my newly-acquired hair skills and spoke of plans for our annual New Year's Eve make-overs.
Well, Amber wanted to reciprocate and try the curls on me. I tried to tell her that my hair is too short to put any kind of cascading curls in, but she wouldn't be deterred. What's a little sister to do? I took a turn on the floor sitting between her feet.
Long story short: she made me look like Betty Rubble. We laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my face and we both might have dribbled in our pants.
I was reminded of a time about twenty years ago when I let Amber wax my eyebrows and she dripped the hot wax on my eyelashes. I had a giant bald spot in my eyelashes and my mom scolded me! "That's your own dumb fault," Mom said, "you know your sister is an accident waiting to happen and you let her near you with hot wax!"
Well, the same prinicple applies here. I knew my hair was too short, but I let my sister near me with a curling implement.
It was worth it, though, to spend the morning with my little girls and their fun Aunt Amber. I am so grateful for sisters and lucky to have three of them!