We’ve been sisters for 78 years. Seven decades and eight years of shared memories, whispered secrets, laughter, tears, and the kind of bond that time cannot touch. Before there were white hairs, wrinkles, or medicine on the nightstand, there were two little girls sharing the same room, the same dress passed down, the same loaf of bread split in half. 🩰🍞
We grew up watching the world change around us — radio, television, telephones, the internet — yet inside our hearts, almost nothing changed. We still laugh at the same old stories, argue over silly things, and, at the end of the day, sit side by side, like two little girls who never stopped being family. ❤️
Over the years, we’ve buried friends, cried over lost loves, watched people leave without a chance to say goodbye. Each loss made the days we do have together feel even more precious. That’s why today, waking up and seeing each other still here feels like a quiet miracle — the kind God performs without making a sound. ✨Seventy-eight years later, we still hold each other’s hands. One forgets, the other remembers. One walks slowly, the other waits patiently. One prays in a whisper, the other says “amen” with tears in her eyes. 🙏 Every touch, every glance, every shared silence is a reminder that love doesn’t age — it grows deeper, steadier, and stronger with time.
If this reaches you, we invite you to be part of our little celebration. No cake 🎂, no gifts 🎁, no loud party needed. Just a blessing, a kind thought, a wish for health, peace, and joy. Even from afar, the love you send comes back multiplied. 💫
From two little old ladies who still believe in miracles, who still see the world through the eyes of the girls they once were: thank you. Thank you for thinking of us today. Thank you for recognizing that some bonds are unbreakable, and some loves last a lifetime. 💛