there are moments that can't be summed in words
some can be captured with a photo
but some just have to be stored in the memory.

there are people who you try to describe,
who you talk about all the time,
yet never seem to skim the surface of who they are or who they are becoming

there are memories and stories that only two people share,
laughs that only seem hilarious if you can solve the IM riddles (potad),
and unspoken tenderness between hearts

there comes a time when sisters grow up
they can't spend every moment together
yet they share a bond that no one can sever

and although they may have differing personalities,
or one is perhaps too intense or silly
or they live in two separate cities

nothing will ever separate the ties we will have (and continue to make)
as friends, loving the same movies and still enjoying frosting on our graham crackers
as sisters, joking about our flannel boxers and choreographed dances'
as best friends figuring out life together by God's grace and realizing we've been blessed to have each other to pick each other up and to reveal truth and beauty in the world

(jen, here's a spontaneous blog post: I don't know how it fits into the scheme of things, but I wanted to share it, as I sit steps away from you in my bedroom as you drift off to sleep listening to our favorite movie soundtrack.)
it's a dilapidated, unrhymed, and unmetered poem, but I feel like it is an accurate reflection of life: things don't always have to be neat and tidy, and sometimes, an unedited and raw version may be the way to go every once and a while. its more organic that way, if you'll allow me to use that phrase ;)