Sisters are different flowers from the same garden

We all have a sister, haven't we? Maybe some don't have a sister, but that's okay.

I have three awesome sisters. Guys, they are amazing and I love them. I'm blessed with them and I thank Him.

Even though, once in a while, your sister(s) can really get on your nerves. 
And they might even make you angry from time to time. But usually, they just trying to keep you out of harm's way.

I have two younger sisters and I older sister. My youngest sister is nine.

We all blog! Except my nine year younger sister.

The awesome, lovely, just started blog of my older sister Rebecca, here. 
The lovely, beautiful one year old blog of my younger sister Ruth, here.

We all play the piano. Yes, we do. No other instrument, only the piano. We have a large, heavy, brown piano in our living room. We don't play so much, but mostly it is Rebecca who plays on it. 

We share lots of laughs together, and sometimes sadness.
No one knows you as well as your sister(s) does.

We are different, we are. My hair is blond, I can tell you. My sisters all have dark blonde hair. One thing, we all have blue eyes. I'm the tallest of all. 

I'm sixteen, as you all know. Rebecca is seventeen, Ruth....I don't know if I can tell that to you all (I must ask her first) and Noa is nine.

Sisters can be your biggest support systems during life's biggest moments.
It's never too late (or too early) to bother your sister(s) to play.

Braiding each others hair is what we do, whe help each other, not always, but mostly. Give each other advice, about hair, clothing and whatnot.

We can be angry on each other, but it's always ends good.

I love my sisters, they are simply amazing and I just couldn't imagine my life without them.  

We all are on Pinterest. Except my nine year older sister.