I have two sisters.
An older sister, named Tanya.
And a younger sister, named Paula.
My sisters are both married and have children.
Tanya and Andrew have three children. Nicole, Jenna and Bradley.
Paula and Jonathon have one child. Hannah.
There is a mountain range in Banff National Park, Alberta, called “The Three Sisters”. That’s us. The three Frankland sisters.
We are best friends.
The act of sharing was part and parcel for us, growing up. We shared some toys. We did the whole “handmedown” cloths thing. We shared bedrooms and bathrooms.
Sometimes we enjoyed sharing and sometimes we didn’t. That, too, was part and parcel of growing up.
Now that we are all adults we share tons of stuff. You know, I honestly don’t know of much that either one of us would not share with, loan to, or give to the other.
We often (very often) share… BOOKS.
For years we have shared books.
We are book hounds.
My nieces and nephew have witnessed this kind of exchange happen over and over and over and over again.
Now, I must make a confession.
If I were still a child and still making Birthday and Christmas wish lists, my lists would be absolutely stogged full of Disney’s “Tink” paraphernalia.
I love Tink.
She is so pretty, and magical, and fun. And pretty, and magical and fun!
I would be up to my eyeballs in Tink stuff. Tink pencils, erasers, crayons, markers and scissors, Tink jammies and slippers, Tink nail polish and lip gloss, Tink earrings, Tink alarm clock, Tink bed sheets, Tink coloring books, Tink umbrella, Tink knapsack and Tink toys (have you seen all her pretty little friends?).
Ok – back to the book discussion…
My youngest niece spent a couple days visiting this summer.
And guess what she brought me?
She brought me a book to read, one she had gotten from the library and had just finished reading herself.
It was titled “The Trouble with Tink”.
She was sure I would enjoy it.
She was right.
One of the best book I’ve ever read!