Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Gilthvedt Girls



Last Wednesday night, I planned to stop by my parents' house for a short time, and then head out to get started on my Christmas shopping.  After 5 hours, midnight rolled around, and I was still sitting at the kitchen counter, talking with my mom and 2 sisters.  They, by the way, happen to be my #10 of 20 Great Things in 2011.

I thought of this blog post as we were talking that night, and told them we needed a picture together.  About 30 pictures and a half hour later, these were the best we could do.  I'm pretty sure the neighbors a quarter mile away heard the roaring laughter as we attempted a group shot.  My mom and sisters can make anything fun. :) 

There's just so much to be said about why these three are on my list of great things.  I guess I should preface this by saying  my brother & his girlfriend, my dad, my in-laws, aunts & uncles, granpdparents, cousins, and so on have also earned a right to be on this list...but since 20 is my limit, they won't all fit. :)  But back to these gals.  They love me, Keith, and our boys a ton.  They take time for all of us, even when I don't take the time for them.  They accept my shortcomings with minimal complaint. :)  They are so much fun!

Throughout 2011, these 3 have sacrificed for my family in so many ways.  Their house became second home to our boys while Keith was in the hospital for a month.  Outside of that, there were, gosh, probably nearly a hundred other doctor-related appointments and overnight trips where they took the kiddos as well.  To have a place for our boys to go and where life was kept as close to normal as possible for them was bigger than you can imagine.

When it comes to giving and receiving, I am surely on the receiving end of the Gilthvedt girls.  I bounce around like a human Tigger, and in the few instances when I stop, they always welcome me back with open arms.  Getting to hang out with them for a whole night definitely beat any Christmas gift I could have found. :)

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