A sister will give you the shirt off her back.
It’s probably yours anyway.

I had the pleasure of my sister’s company over the past few days. We shared some good food, a few secrets and several giggles, spoke of hopes and dreams, and flexed some Farmchick muscle by working on our joint holdings – the old farmhouse.  Together we banished the dark periwinkle blue from The Eddie (dining room) with nearly four gallons of primer.  What a difference! It’s like someone turned the light on in that room. Can’t wait to see the finished product.

Here’s a little slideshow of my lil’ sis in action:

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They laughed a little harder,
they cried a little softer,
they lived a little stronger,
because they stood together… sisters. -Jodi Hill

Love you Sistuh!