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Behind the Scenes # Chica Faith

Its Tuesday, the day to link up with Crystal Stine's
Behind the Scenes  http://crystalstine.me/blog/, where we pick a picture and share the story behind it...here is mine




Chica...its the word that my girls call their Auntie.  I think it started with their bilingual aunt calling Meredith (the oldest) little chica when she was a toddler, and somehow the roles reversed and that is her current title.
My sister, their chica knows how to turn the volume up at our house.  Let her burst into the room and lots of wild yelling, dancing, and antics occur pretty much immediately.
I am so blessed to have a sister that is involved and active in their lives.
I always lived away from family growing up and didn't have this interaction with uncles & aunts and I am so glad that my girls know and love their Auntie Chica Faith....
We had the blessing...the unexpected and overflowing blessing of having her live with us this past year from the depths of icy January until humid August called her somewhere south of here to teach.
She came to us in limbo phase while she looked for jobs and tried to find her way to the next place she should be.
If ever I doubted the relationship between the girls and Chica, it was cemented firmly into place when she lived with us.  I am forever grateful to God for sending her back to us after living apart for the past six years and letting us be what we always wanted to be...room mates again.
When Faith got to college just as I was leaving she would tell me that we should've been room mates and I would agree...
And our dream came into sight in 2013 We were sister room mates again ... with a five year old and three year old that would not leave us alone but joined our play and even got to see Chica's authoritative mom look...and who many times I would rise to find the Chica and her two blonde sidekicks in one bed together in the morning...a nursing baby that Chica got to shower with love and who would lie cradled in my arms when Chica wanted to keep late night hours and talk after the house was asleep....and a sweet giving husband who allowed his house to be literally filled to the brim with girls.... 5 to 1 :)  So thankful for his willingness to have her on board.  He finally got a buddy to watch late night movies with ...So thankful for all of the prayers we circled up together and prayed for the future and for each other even if our attitudes were glum and frustrated...it was "real talk" and real times as Chica would say
This picture is one of the pics of Chica Faith and the girls baking together...we snacked a lot...I lost the four or five pounds I had wanted too in the month that she left....
And I would take them back to have her back :)  My hoodie clad sidekick that went on all my late night grocery shopping ventures....
In 2013 i would have to say that this is one of the things I am most thankful that God gave me and my girls...a willing husband to open His home to my sister and a sister that blessed me with the gift of her presence

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  1. Love this. Your pictures are so adorable! Have a wonderful Christmas!

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  2. Aw, you made me all teary. I love this...what a gift to have that time together! :)

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