Evolve or remain.

This past Sunday, after accompanying my mama to the local art museum so we could visit my photographer/artist father as he worked, I dialed my grandma's phone number in the parking lot. My dad had told me her wi-fi wasn't working, so my mom and I decided we'd call to see if she wanted us to come help. "Hey, it's me," I said, as soon as she picked up. "How are you?" There was a pause for a moment, before she spoke. "Hey darlin'! It's so good to hear your voice!" Grandma's are great for that, aren't they? For making you feel loved. "Mom and I are downtown right now," I told her. "And dad said your wi-fi isn't working so we thought if you're up for it, we'd stop by and help. We're not far from your house." Silence for another few seconds. "That'd be great, honey," she said. "I'm sure it's something easy, and maybe I'm just not doing the right thi...

Don't worry. I'm not going to tell your story. But I will tell ours. Partly because I think it just demands to be told, but also because I've never had a fuller heart than now.  Image credit: Randy Tobias And forgive me please, because it is so hard to have such a full heart and to have so many things to say but to not have infinite time to say it all. And it is impossible to do our friendship justice in a single post, or two or twenty or ten thousand. I've tried to put the bond that we have into words. I've tried to explain to people how incredible it was to grow up right beside you, and in doing so I've watched them smile, nod and claim that they understand the things I'm saying- but all this time I've had to just accept that no matter how I tell our story, it'll never really make sense to anyone but us.  Which, without a doubt in my mind, is the most beautiful thing I've ever gotten to be a part of and a witness to at the same time...