I’d like to tell you about my favourite blogger. I’ve been reading her blog forever. I’ve known her even longer. Let me tell you how I met her…

It was a dark and cold (and stormy?) night, somewhere in England, around Birmingham actually. I was supposed to be travelling straight through that area heading south, but this particular blogger changed my plans. She changed the plans of my parents too. They’d been hoping for an uneventful trip to their new home, after leaving their old one in Scotland. But…

Halfway through the journey, my mother groaned and said, “I think I need to get to a hospital… quick!” Immediately my father stepped on the accelerator pedal really hard, and soon the blaring of a siren could be heard pursuing us from behind. Despite the look on Mum’s face - "there's no time to stop!" - Dad pulled obediently over to the side of the road. 

“Okay, sir! Where are you going in such a hurry?”

My father wound down the car window and said, “My wife’s about to give birth.”

The police officer took one look at my uncomfortable mother, before saying, “Follow me!” He revved up his engine, set the siren blaring once more, and with a grin (I’m sure) sped off into the distance. He was on a mission to save the world… or at least help my mother. A bit of excitement in the middle of the night.

Dad hurriedly put his car into motion too, and soon we were sailing along at an illegal speed, directly behind a police escort.

As soon as we arrived at the nearest hospital, my mother was whisked away out of sight, leaving my father, my younger sister and I, yawning and bewildered in a waiting room. There was a large wooden rocking horse in the corner of the room. How strange it was to be awake and rocking in the middle of the night.

I don’t think we could have rocked very long before a nurse appeared. My favourite blogger had arrived on the scene. Of course she wasn’t a blogger in those days. I wasn’t either. In fact blogging hadn’t been invented then. We were just two little girls. We were sisters.

We still are sisters. These days we’re also bloggers. My sister blogs at Creating with Wisdom. Have you guessed who my favourite blogger is? Vicky of course.

Let me tell you a little bit about Vicky. Actually I don’t know if I need to say much. My sister’s reputation as an extremely talented artist is well known. I'm sure many people have already discovered Vicky and her blog. We may be sisters but I suspect Vicky was handed the whole big bag of artistic genes. Nothing was spared for me. Not even a crumb. I am a piece of scrap paper and a crayon. Vicky is a treasured masterpiece.

Then there’s Vicky’s photos. Have you seen them? I steal my blog photos from Morguefile (all legally of course). But my sister takes all her own photos with a proper camera, the complicated sort. She doesn’t even use the automatic settings. I think that’s really clever. I haven’t yet made it into manual mode with my own camera.

Now Vicky has always said (whenever I complain about my lack of artistic talent), “I might be an artist, but you are a writer.” This always used to console me… until I read her latest posts. I think Vicky is turning into a poet. (I write poetry as well as I draw.) She is now an artist and a writer.

Poetry? If you don’t know what I’m talking about, hop over to Vicky’s blog. You’ll soon see what I mean.

Vicky, I love your blog. I love being blogging sisters. I love you.

Oh, and if you think you’re going to slip quietly out of this bloggy world, please think again. What would I do without you? The blogosphere wouldn’t be the same without my favourite blogger.

For you...



I wrote the story of my sister's birth as I remember it. Any errors are due to the fact it all happened a long time ago!

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  1. Oh Sue, I feel so completely blessed! How can I describe just how loving, generous and supportive you have always been to the little pest who used to spoil everyone's games? How much I owe you! Even my faith.

    I'm trying to find words for a sisterly relationship that has been so blessed by God - I'm sure this is what He intended family to be.

    And, I'm thinking of what was happening in Heaven on that night of the mad dash to the hospital. I see an infant soul kicking up a most unholy fuss to make sure she landed in the family with the little girl rocking on a large wooden horse in the middle of a hospital waiting room. No wonder the sirens were blaring!

    Love you! xxxx


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    1. Vicky,

      I will not deny you were a little pest at times when you were younger, but I then again I was a bossy big sister, so I probably deserved being pestered! It's funny how as adults we have grown closer, and that age gap, and position in the family, that existed as children, doesn't matter any more. Yes, I cannot imagine living this life of faith and children and homeschooling... without you and your support and encouragement and friendship. We are blessed indeed!

      I don't think any sirens blared when I was born. No, I arrived quietly and without fuss but you'd already decided to make your mark on the world even before you appeared. Remember that when you are tempted to think sharing your talents doesn't matter. You were born to make a bit of a noise!

      Love you too!

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  2. I love this story, Sue! You are both so blessed!!

    And that photo is so adorable :) Thank God for sisters!

    PS (Don't tell Vicky but I think she is an excellent poet too. Of course, I didn't know she wrote poetry until recently! Is there anything she can't do? For instance...how's her singing? Lol.)

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    1. Mary,

      The history of any family is made up of great stories. I think it's good to write them down and preserve them. We were talking about Vicky's birth only a short while ago, so that's probably why I felt compelled to write it down. I don't know if I got all the details right (I was only 5 at the time) but Vicky can't disagree as she remembers even less than me!

      I love the photo too and am grateful my Mother gave me copies of some of our childhood photos. It's easy to see which sister is me, isn't it? Not so easy to determine Vicky unless you know she's the youngest of three sisters.

      I think Vicky would be delighted to hear your evaluation of her poetic words, especially as you are a poet too. How's her singing? It's as good as mine. That's one area where our talents match beautifully. I don't know where the singing genes were when either of us was created. Not even a crumb each! Oh okay, I'm exaggerating a little. Vicky's voice isn't as bad as mine!

      Do you have any sisters, Mary? Sisters really are a blessing, even the ones who were pests as children!

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    2. Hi Sue,
      Yes, I have two sisters and I love them both to pieces :) One lives just a few minutes away from me and we spend a lot of time together. My other sister lives 30 minutes away and I see her regularly too. I am very blessed!

      I am 99.9% sure that both your and Vicky's singing voice is better than my own!

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    3. Mary,

      You are blessed indeed to have your sisters living so close to you. It sounds like we could all sing in each other's company and not be embarrassed at all. We're probably all as bad as each other!

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  3. When I saw the title on my deashboard, I thought, it has to be Vicky. Your relationship with each other makes me a bit envious. How wonderful to have such a close relationship with your sister Sue.

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    1. Therese,

      Vicky and I hardly ever see each other which is very sad. Recently we met up when our father was sick, but it had been two years since we'd last seen each other. In some ways we are online sisters! I am grateful for the Internet because it has enabled us to share and stay in touch with each other. It's great having a blogging sister! Do you have any sisters, Therese?

      Thank you for stopping to say hello!

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  4. what a sweet story about your sister. You are absolutely right about her artistic talents and she is right about your writing skills. Now the picture of you on a rocking horse in the middle of the night is implanted in my mind.

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    1. Anabelle,

      Most people's birth stories are fairly straightforward. Not Vicky's! It's good to be surrounded by interesting people I can write about.

      That rocking horse must have made quite an impression on me!

      Thank you for your kind words!

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  5. Wow, this is an absolutely gorgeous story.
    Can't wait to click to Vicky's blog now....and I am in awe of your humility.
    You and Vicky are so lucky to have such a close sister-friendship.

    xoxoxox

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    1. Chris,

      I'm glad you enjoyed my story. I guess it would have made an appropriate memoir post. I'm looking forward to when you get the memoir hop up and running again!

      Do you have any sisters, Chris? I actually have another beautiful sister but she doesn't blog.

      Thank you for stopping by!

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  6. I knew it was Vicky, too. Of course. Her birth story sounds similar to me oldest's. :)

    I loved reading this memoir.

    And I want to say, just one more time: I love both your blog and Vicky's......and read mostly in my email...and rarely have time to comment. But I don't want either of you to quit!

    I am the oldest of three sisters......no brothers. I just spent two weeks in Hawaii with both of my sisters. We had a great time. One lives in Hawaii and so we do not see her very often. God bless the sisters!!

    Love both of you, sweet sisters......from afar, and secretly ;)

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    1. Chari,

      First babies usually take their time arriving in the world. You must have been very surprised when yours came unexpectedly!

      I've been enjoying your holiday photos on FB. It must have been so wonderful spending 2 weeks with both your sisters. I've never spent so much time with mine since we all got married.

      Chari, thank you for reading my posts. I love the thought of you reading secretly. Time... yes there's never enough of it to keep up with everyone and all the blogs... Thank you so much for stopping to say hello! Your comment is very special.

      God bless!

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    2. Oh, yes! My first labor may well have been my shortest! Definitely my most intense. Only 5 hours 26 minutes, born in the wrong hospital in the wrong town and the wrong state. :) We were driving to the right hospital that was 1.25 hours away and had to turn around because she was "coming now"

      My sisters and I have never even had lunch together without children before this. We had a great time, though there were some difficult moments with the youngest. We are not kindred spirits in any way. But that is okay. I am grateful for the quality time we had.

      I really appreciate your presence on the internet.....if you ever doubt yourself again, ask my opinion. ;) The same goes for Vicky!

      God bless you!

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    3. Chari,

      What an exciting first birth. Too exciting, no doubt! My first baby didn't want to make an appearance. I thought I'd be pregnant forever.

      The blogging world is difficult sometimes so I appreciate your words. I will remember them next time I feel like giving up and retreating!

      God bless!

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  7. Sue, you look the same! I recognized you right away...such a sweet picture :) I am amazed at the talents both you and Vicky possess. Her art and photography are exquisite, and we all are waiting for your first novel...or syndicated column. Now I have to check out Vicky's poetry. Great genes in your family...and beautiful moms and children.

    I laughed about the singing "crumbs." I only have a crumb in that area too. I mouth the words to the hymns at Mass, lest I inflict pain on anyone nearby. I dream of having a beautiful singing voice in Heaven. Surely there, no one sings off key :) Beautiful post. Sisters are a special gift from God. xoxo

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