A few years back, I picked up a sticker of the Three Sisters mountain range, three majestic peaks nestled in Oregon’s Cascade Mountains, I didn’t know much about them at the time, but something about their name spoke to me. I stuck that sticker on my car, and made a wish: “I want to see them up close by the time I’m 55.”
What I didn’t say out loud then, but knew in my heart, was that those peaks reminded me of my own three daughters. Each one strong, different, rising in her own way. The Three Sisters became a symbol of hope, strength, and growth; not just theirs, but mine too.
Life has not always been easy. We’ve faced valleys, storms, and long stretches of where the path forward wasn’t clear. However, those mountains reminded me to hold on. Strength often takes shape slowly.
This weekend, I stood before those mountains, nearing 55 and full of feelings that I didn’t expect. Gratitude. Healing. Pride. A sense that even the quietest promises we make to ourselves matter.
Sometimes we plant seeds in silence and watch them bloom years later. Sometimes a sticker becomes a vision. Sometimes a mother, worn from the climb, stands tall and sees her daughters reflected in the horizon.
The Three Sisters. My girls. My journey. One promise fulfilled. Onward.
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