They know me well these two.
One my junior by 4 years, yet in her stature towers over me by at least two inches....maybe three.
The other wears a crown of glory in silver and gray. The papers called me her "promised one" because of the loss of her firstborn and another never to see the light of day.
I call them Sister and Mom.
They call me Crazy.
And I am...
...with them.
The best version of me.
We plan. We tell stories. We laugh.
It's in the little things.
We've been in these moments a hundred times before.
Making of most of today.
Our missionary family journey taught us that....the way life's hardest journeys do
To value the here and now, to be fully ALL there,
And even more so to be WHO YOU ARE
And LOVE WHO YOU ARE WITH
It is not easy to slow the heart and mind to that place
It is not simple to find the time to set aside other competing agendas to love on each other even in the errands and fundraising and shopping and necessities.
But somehow we do.
And it is really is beautiful.
