sunrise is unique. it creeps over like a long yawn, stretching slowly, dusting the earth with muted beams of light. the shadows are much cooler. a noticeable contrast. the ground quite damp with dew. and our little paradise carved out of a backyard in austin. sheets and linens hung from clotheslines. rich green branches acknowledging the breeze.

lauren describing the moment she knew she wanted to be with jeremy for life. and their back and forth retelling of the proposal and that first giant mountain that towered over us when we came around the pass and that perfect dreamy overcast that still allowed us to see the height and glory of the mountains circling the lake.

i don’t know how to accurately write about hey sista. it is so special—so precious to us. a treasure. somehow it gets better each time. but what makes it so dear are the women who show up. who are open and vulnerable.