I neglected to do my other post on Monday of this week, which was my big sis's birthday. Alas, my life story is "better late than never." So even though I celebrated with her, I wanted to give a blog shout-out to my homegirl Kelly. The form of this little ditty isn't meant to be taken seriously (not like the beautiful poem she wrote for her daughter), but the words are sincere. Think of it as white-girl rap. Or maybe a second grade poem. Regardless, I praise Jesus for your life, Pookey! I love you!
If you don't know this girl, you're missing out
because she's one of the coolest ever. When I was about
three years old, I thought she was best ballerina in the world.
She wore a pretty tutu and I wanted to dance and twirl
just like her. So I followed in her footsteps gladly.
I remember when we fought in the backseat of the car, madly
glaring out the window
with a wall of pillows
in between us to keep us enemies from hitting again.
Then five minutes later she was my best friend.
I think even then I realized how much forgiveness and love she had for me,
her younger sister that could annoy her incessantly.
I recall when I was in elementary school
and she wasn't too cool
to hang out with her little sis. In fact we shared secrets and laughter
and even friends. I recognized after
that she could have neglected me. But never did she
abandon me. That kind of sister love is something you don't see
every day. Every day of middle school I wanted to be
just like her. So much so that I borrowed her clothes religiously
and teachers called me "Kelly." I was a cheerleader then and
it was largely because I had watched my sister in the stands
cheering on the team.
I wanted that to be me
because I so much admired her. In high school when life starts getting rougher
I assumed our relationship would suffer
because my best friend and sister had moved away
to college. But it did not. She has a way
of making the distance seem shorter with cards,
calls, and emails, full of love and life, even though she was such a far
distance. Although we grew as individuals during that time,
and even though those years were supposedly her prime,
she never failed to be there for me,
encouraging me, giving me advice, loving me
so well. She's one who allows me to speak and knows when I should refrain.
Her gentle spirit validates yet speaks the truth in love, even if it's painful.
She's been heart-broken for me, prayed with me,
and stayed with me
as my best friend through it all.
And she doesn't realize at all
what an impact she makes by simply being her,
the beautiful, wonderful, joyful her,
the listening, loving, and nurturing lady,
the wonderful mommy, the faithful wifey, compassion never fading,
a delighted-in, treasured, precious daughter of the King,
the beloved of Christ over whom he sings.
Kel, I cannot express adequately in words or rhyme
how blessed I am to have had the time
I have had with you, sharing a friendship with no end...
always my sister, always my friend.
