Golf & Siblings saying

I took flowers and asparagus too Lake City golf. I played with Traccey and Jacque Drey, from Storm Lake. We shot a 39 and were pretty happy. It was a step back and with only 3 instead of 4 we each took turns doding double shots. Of course, we were just the bottom of the first flight. We played with Jan & Thelma and Jan & Diana, Donna an & Coleen, Phyliss& ? Denny painted in the Luandry room all day. It looks so nice, Great addition. At night we had Tiago stop, visit, have supper with us and watch the storm pass. Great Day!!! Pretty sunset on patio.

Brothers and sisters… such a simple word, yet so powerful. They are that piece of home that walks beside you, that mirror of your childhood, that refuge that remains when everything else changes. Sometimes we forget about them, caught up in the rush of life, but they are there—from the very beginning: from first steps, to shared games, to laughter without reason, and even those fights that always ended in forgiveness, without needing any words. They say siblings are the first friends we ever have in life, and often the last ones who stay when the world turns cold. And in the end, that’s true: a mother, with her infinite love, didn’t just bring us into the world—she also gave us a gift. She gave us someone to share our days with, our dreams, our pain, and our victories. A brother or a sister is the most genuine gift life can offer: an irreplaceable presence, unforgettable, and one that—no matter what—always leaves a mark on the heart. Life isn’t always easy. There will be storms, doubts, and falls. And that’s exactly when the true value of siblings shines through: in that embrace that doesn’t judge, in that hand reaching out without asking for anything in return, in those comforting words that come just when you need them most. Because that’s what brothers and sisters are for: to hold each other up until the end, to be whole when the other falls apart, to walk together even when life takes them down different paths. Between siblings, there should be no room for envy, distance, or resentment. Because if we truly understand what a gift it is to have a brother or sister, there’s no space left but for the purest kind of love: the one that comes from the soul, that feeds on shared memories, and that lasts even when there are no more words. The love between siblings should be sacred—a silent promise of support, respect, and unconditional loyalty. Life teaches us many things, but one of the most valuable is to hold on to those who have been with us from the start. Sometimes time or differences pull us apart, but the heart always knows the way back. And often that road leads to the very brother or sister who knows you like no one else does, who remembers who you are even when you forget, who would give anything just to see you smile. May there never be a shortage of “I love you” between siblings. May the silences not pile up. May there be more hugs than arguments, more support than pride. Because at the end of the road, looking back, we’ll realize that having a sibling means having an eternal part of ourselves.