Jordan,
My beautiful baby sister.
I miss you most at night....when I have time to think.
Amidst the endeavors of work, accomplishment, hustle....
When my mind is open to wander free,
It finds its way to thoughts of You.
Those thoughts linger, and penetrate a rough and tough exterior.
A shell that is constantly tapped, but never pierced.
This shield is never lowered.
Not ever.
Not unless the moon rises, and my thoughts have time...
Time to wander free.

I love you so much my baby girl