Dianne Mattingly Bynum at five years of age.
As told to her Mom years later.
Bedtime was a mixture of feeling both happiness and dread. After our prayers, Mom or Dad and at times both, would tuck us in and give us a hug and kiss.
That felt so good. Then we heard those words I dreaded, “Sleep tight” and Dad would usually add “don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
Before they left the room I had already grabbed my little sister’s gown or pajamas and was holding as tightly as I could. I wasn’t worried about bedbugs. I had never seen a bedbug. I was worried about something much more significant, losing my sister!
Ever since they put her in my bed and told me to take care of her, I’ve slept tight every night to be sure she doesn’t get lost. She’s such a little girl (I’m big) that she could get lost so easily.
“Childhood is a short season.” Helen Hayes
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 
Precious
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Both are outstanding women!!! Whatever each did, it worked magnificently. Thank you!!!
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Really sweet! 🙂
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I worried more about the bedbugs although I did not know what they were either.
Such a bond for sisters.
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What precious pictures of your daughters.
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So touching
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Oh I can see those two sweet little girls now.
The oldest always and forever, has that need to care for the younger ones.
When Christy and I were little, me at around 3-6 years old, and her 3 years older, she always had hold of my hand.
I’m sure she is still watchful, as is Dianne.
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Wonderful 😍😍 I love and appreciate both of my sisters so much
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