This is Anne and Frances.
They are my husband Tom’s sisters. When Tom and I started dating, Anne was seven and Frances was four. So we’ve pretty much always been in each other’s lives. When I was growing up I always longed for a sister and felt like something was missing from my life because I didn’t have one. (Brothers are just NOT the same!) Then I got Anne and Frances. I have no doubt that they are the sisters that God gave me. I have been accused of marrying Tom for his sisters. That may not be the primary reason I married him, but it’s not far from the truth either. I couldn’t love these girls more if we had been born to the same parents. I can’t wait to spend time with them and their families at the beach next week.