A year that looked different that any year before.
And then the understanding of something powerful.
The dawning awareness that they didn’t have to do it alone.
There, standing with them in the different and difficult–stood the other.
The sister she’d known her whole life.
The one who sees the innermost parts of her heart and encourages them out.
The one who walks beside her and behind her and with her.
Alone for some, but never alone for them.
Solitary and separate for some, but together and steadfast for them.
No matter the season, the year, the future…