You have no way of knowing this, but the picture above is a rarity. It is only the third picture that exists of only my sisters and myself! (The others are from when I was a baby, and then in 1988 when we were home to visit my mother before she died.) This is from the rehearsal dinner for my niece's wedding in August, in Puerto Rico. (From left to right: Mary Ellen (mother of the bride), Nancy, and me.) I think part of the reason we seldom had pictures of just the three of us, is because by the time I arrived on the scene, the other two were old enough to have their own lives and friends, and we really didn't do a whole lot together as a group - other than move from one place to the other when my father would change jobs.
My sister Nancy lives in California, and Mary Ellen in West Virginia, so there are occasions when two of us will be together, but not that many with all three of us. We always have a good time though, and look forward to seeing each other. I think it's pretty amazing that we have all made it this far and are good friends, and have no problem catching up when we are together. It seems like so many people that I know don't get along with, or rarely are in touch with their siblings.
Maybe it helped that we had, ahem, "unusual" (i.e., crazy) parents ... and that it appears to be an inherited condition!
Coming later this week: The letter T.
**Oh - and if this picture had not shown up in the mail this week, S was going to stand for Shoes - which I also love, albeit in a different way than I love my sisters ...