My sister. Today is her birthday. We are three years and three days apart.
Good Moses, I love her. With every fiber of my being.
I struggle to put into words how much she means to me.
How does one explain the depth of love born of blood, muscle, and tendons? Of a lifetime of shared joy and heartache?
Of whippoorwill summer nights? Of lightning bugs in Mason jars? Of sitting with my head on her shoulder while we talk of everything and nothing? Of arguments that stewed for days and ended with honest talks in the cab of an old truck? Of scraped knees and climbing trees and wading in the creek? Of kissing her forehead on the day both of her sons were birthed?
She has loved me into being.
I don't know what I would do without her or my youngest sister. I made this comparison before with Little Duck, but the love I have for my sisters is wrapped around the roots of a very old tree - deep and abiding. I carry them with me everywhere I go.
My heart is full of gratitude to my Creator that she is my sister. That I was blessed and fortunate enough in this life to have two sisters. To know their unyielding, fierce love.
I am humbled by this. I am better because of this.
Happy Birthday, Hannah. All of my love. Always.
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The Road is Home
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Sharon Covert Photography
The Define School
The Noisy Plume
Sarah Gee Photography
Fox & Owl Studio
The Stork and The Beanstalk
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A Simple Little Journal
What I've Been Reading
The Girls by Emma Cline
A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash
Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
Never Broken by Jewel
Hold Still by Sally Mann