We live oceans apart my sisters and I. When my youngest sister wakes up tomorrow morning she will be a year older. She’s probably had a very busy weekend with her grandchildren and children visiting. By mistake I got an inventory of all the mattresses she had managed to gather so everyone would have some place to sleep. It’s not like in the US that you can find a Motel for everyone. I’m calling tomorrow so I can find out all about it.
Two years ago I wrote a blog about Agneta. You can go back and read if you please. Now I’m going to post some pictures. She was such a cute little girl, born in Chile, who loved her thumb .
This picture was taken the year we spent in Sweden. How do I know? Because we had no Rice Crispies in Peru or any other kind of cereal. I think they do now.
This picture was taken in Arequipa in our back yard. That’s also the place where we had our last birthday party. Mom did a party for her three girls. After that we went off to boarding school and had our celebrations there. Here Agneta has our little doggie. She was always so fond of animals, just like my daughter Carina. Could that be why I mix up their names? I’ll call Carina Agneta and I’ll call Agneta Carina. That is so strange!
This is another picture taken in Arequipa, with Mom and her two youngest ones (at the time; later Lasse came along), Pepe and Agneta.
I treasure this pictures. I have my two girls and Agneta has her two oldest, Aliosha and Siv. Life took us our separate ways. My husband and I were missionaries in Peru and my sister and her family lived in Sweden, so we missed out on the togetherness we could have had.
Here is a question I came across today.
I feel sad for my daughter. She lost her sister to cystic fibrosis eleven years ago. But I’m happy the Lord has given her three daughters to make up for the loss. And then she has a son! Something I never had.
Talk about a cool sister! She was the one that made us laugh, always with some fun joke up her sleeve. How I got along so many years without her is a mystery. But er are making up for lost time. One thing we’ve had in common for over ten years is the translation work we do together. Dad used to be my partner in Royal Palm Translations. Now I have this Mexican-looking-Swedish-citizen, Peruvian, Inkaresor-Tour-guide as my working partner. Complicated? It’s just that we are international.
Happy Birthday! May you have many more. You are a blessing!
My proud sister with her latest grandchild. Compare with the little boy on the right in the picture above, Noelia’s father.