Dec. 24, 2018

There are some childhood experiences with my three sisters that I can’t relive simply because there is a missing piece.

But then there are nights like the eve of Christmas Eve on Mary’s birthday when, instead of longing solely to relive the past, we create new memories.

In those new memories are reflections of our missing piece.

Kristy is in the laughter that fills the room as we play Apples to Apples. She’s in the beauty of the geese that float on the lake surrounded by a wonderland of Christmas lights in Chickasha. She’s in the eyes of our sisters, Mary and Jacy, who share her excitement for the little things, her love for Jesus, and her dedication to making silly, awkward, and irreplaceable memories every time we gather as sisters.

Tonight, I felt like all our pieces of sisterhood - both past and present - were in place.