You know who you all are. You’re an army of amazing women I am beyond blessed to call my sisters.
You are one of the biggest reasons why moving to Denver has been such a bittersweet transition for me.
I came to Kansas City as a newly-married, 25-year-old baby and you took me under your wings. Now, I’m a full-fledged ahjumma and I’m proud of it (well, minus the mini-van…soon!).
You showed me how to laugh about the things our husbands would do that would drive us crazy, and helped me realize that marriage is messy and imperfect and something you have to fight for every day.
You invited me over to your home, helped this new kid on the block feel welcome. You were my first friend here, and for that, I am forever grateful. You introduced our family to Settlers of Catan and it’s never been the same since. Splendor and Monopoly Deal back at you 😉
You taught me how to cook real Korean food and find all the best deals at Costco, while also feeding me my weights worth of food in one meal (you know who you are! 🙂 ). But in all seriousness, you showed me what it looks like to be a kind person, to give and sacrifice out of a place of genuine love. You are the big sister I never had. And you always will be.
You were the one I called when I found out I was pregnant. You told me this baby was a gift from God, to believe and hope for the very best because that’s what He intended. Little did I know, that conversation would start what would become one of my most treasured friendships in KC. You are the friend who got me through my first year of motherhood. You are my go-to friend for ANY advice, who can sell me on anything (and you know it 😉 ), and that will never change no matter how many miles are between us.
You were the ones that met me at home the night I gave birth to my son. My heart was broken and my womb empty, but you filled me up with my first legitimate meal after leaving the NICU for what would be the first of many, many nights. You cried with me, prayed with me, and helped me believe in the impossible.
You called me the minute after I would send an update on Josiah’s health or surgeries, praying with me over the phone. You would speak the truth of God’s word over me, and I literally cannot thank you enough for how you walked with me in that season. Your faith strengthened mine when I didn’t know how to keep going.
You were the one who always asked how I was really doing, crying with me when I faced one of the hardest seasons of my life. You walked with me in the midst of all the doubt, fear, questions, and unknown. Your story of redemption encouraged me to hope. And you better believe you will be one of the first to know when my story begins to be rewritten.
To each and every one of my sisters in Kansas City…you are my inspiration.
Thank you for showing me how to live with dignity and grace. How to embrace the beautiful mess that is marriage, motherhood, and womanhood. How to come back again and again before the foot of the cross, to press in hard to know the beauty of Christ.
There’s no place like Kansas City because there’s no place where this much sisterhood magic can come together. I don’t know if I’ll be lucky enough to experience the gift of this much amazing friendship all together in my life again. I pray that I will, but you all have definitely set the bar really high.
I may not be able to see you every week (okay, let’s be honest…often multiple times a week), but you better believe this is only the beginning. Because sisters are sisters for life. And you are the best sisters a girl could ever ask for.
Your favorite littlest sister 😉