Her birth was anointed, appointed by above,
and though her older sister’s birth was such a gift of completeness in and of itself,
hers was breathed into this world with transformed strength and raw devotion.
But that was only the beginning.
Because with intentional tenderness their roots are being nurtured now,
I’ve said it before on a perfect morning, but here I am again as they dive deeper still,
in the long, gray days where choices are the water and moments the sunshine
together nurturing this blossoming, forever friendship,
making sacred and tangible this precious treasure called sisterhood.
It’s how they’ll live and how they’ll love,
in contagious joy and vibrant boldness
because it’s how they always have.