Compliments.

No one gets enough. What more can anyone asks for? Compliments are sometimes hard to accept; for one reason I may not agree with it about myself and second it is hard to be spotlighted.  

My sister Lynette and i use to fight like cat and dog. Im talking hair pulling clumps and nail digging, blood drawing fights about who knows what at this point.  We weren't always like this, I have proof we loved each other at littles, but hormones and family dynamics must have planned a dirty trick on us.  It took some time and lots of maturity and forgiving, and some humble pie but we are back on track.  Have been for quite a few years.  We always try to improve communications and setting boundaries with one another. I make an effort to know her strengths and weaknesses and compliment her on her "A" game and offer some suggestion when asked or when our relationship had enough trust he knew i was coming from a loving place not judgement.  Tonight Lynette paid me a more than sweet compliment and it is dear to me to have her on my team, in my close circle of confidantes and forever family.  I want to be able to come back and fill my bucket often so i am saving it here.

"Leighann Karren Marutz is my very best friend...I know I tell everyone this because really, all my friends sit on a equal and separate playing field...however...she is my sole sister...I think we could have been twins and decided to be born separately because it would add more challenge and passion to our relationship. So to that end...FAMILY...and anyone else who wants to get to know my very best friend in the whole entire world (ok besides Randon), and therefore get to know me better...go read her blog...it is open and honest and the ugly truth."    -Lynette Chesnut

We three are peas in a pod.  I love them both.  What it seems to have happened is we grew up with the same parents.   See the four older siblings grew up with one set of parents, college student, grad student, young and several other family dynamics and specific circumstance to that time in life.  Lynette, Richard, and me grew up with different parents, different circumstances creating different dynamics. Africa to and fro, daddy working, 4-H summers, Mama went back to school and working graveyard shifts.   We also were in the thick of DFS and therapists in our family and all the emotional and physchological stress that throbbed through the house hour to hour, day after day.  Lisa and Lorna had yet another set of parents.  For good and bad that is how it was and how it feels when I compare notes and try to find common ground with siblings.

See we could be twins! Facebook proves it.  FB wants to tag her as me and me as her,  and everything on FB is true.  LOL