Bridget, who happens to be one of four sisters herself, took in the chaos on a recent evening and said,
“Wow. FOUR girls.”
I think we laughed. I remember thinking, “I must laugh now or I will cry.”
“I always think of them as separate and individual, not as a group.” she explained.
A group, people. We have a group of girls.
We never – not ever – imagined THIS. A large family? Sure! But I think that maybe we just saw the individuals and not the group.
Yet, here we are with a gaggle of girls making life all sorts of crazy. And awesome. But mostly crazy.
Take tonight, for example. There was a promenade with a throne and a parasol, a lot of laughter and Gemma with a dirty face and one slipper. Crazily awesome!
Later, there were screams and accusations over a balloon, Gemma spilled the Lourdes water and Lucy was crying all at once. Awesomely crazy.
Four girls! What a beautiful thing.