While brother and cousin played flag football, my youngest shivered on the sidelines. Her cousin, Sosy, struggled to get too-much-coat on. Her thin frame so narrow she slipped through the neck hole. Her tiny wingspan unable to stretch through the sleeves.

One with too much. One with none at all.

“Share with me!” Sosy shouted through a grin. Because Sosy shouts everything through a grin.

The excitement paused for work. The sharing wouldn’t be easy.

Sosy zipped.

Penelope zipped.

Faces and arms contorted.

Until two little girls filled one big coat. Together.

And skipped away under a menacing sky. Laughing. Together.

Naive?

Optimistic?

Together wouldn’t be easy.

When one wants to sit and the other wants to run. When one wants to talk and the other doesn’t want to listen.

Together is never easy.

But even the falling is better shared.

“Do it again!” Sosy shouted through a grin.

All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had. -Acts 4:32