for K, on her birthday

She mothers with great humor, and even greater love.

She laughs off comments that would make another bristle, and subtle unspoken rudeness or drama slips past her unnoticed.

She has been through what many would call hell, and not only has she come back -- now she soars higher than she ever had before.

She is the embodiment of grace and forgiveness.

I'm not saying she's perfect -- no one is. But in watching her, I have swallowed lumps of humility that stick in my throat.

The woman carries herself with a strength and a faith and a fearlessness that I envy. But that solid core comes wrapped in the lightness of genuine smiles and laughter.

Her stories would inspire you, they'd knock you back. But they aren't mine to tell, so you'll just have to trust me on this.

Have you noticed that a 9-year span feels smaller and smaller as you age?

For most of my life I called her sister. I am so, so glad that now I also call her friend.

I love you, K. Happy Birthday, big sister.