We are:

Sweeping our house of miscommunication and dustballs.
Filling our house with lilacs and
Kissing the scarred trees we stole from.
Making movies.
Riding bikes in circles on The May Road.
Moving furniture.
Making plans.
Getting vision.

Falling in love and changing our minds. Everyday.
--because we are girls and girls may.
Turning our porch light on after nine and
Putting bouquets in jars on porch tables.
Sitting side by side on the kitchen floor and
Letting ourselves cry.

Listening to voices we love upstairs.
Assuring ourselves that God hears and
That He answers
Sometimes faster
Sometimes slower.
Rearranging books
Giving things away.
Driving to airports to pick up best friends
With brothers who make us laugh harder than people ought to laugh.

Forcing ourselves to use up the week's end groceries in one dish and
Eating a really yummy new recipe.
Sorting out life.
Looking forward to next Thursday.
Crying in our office.
But not alone.
Believing with only small glimpses of hope.
But hope that feels, for the first time in a very long time,
Possible.

We are possible.