When I was 9 years old, my mom went into labor and gave birth to the 7th member of the #BrewCrew. My mama was a pro at that point. I remember her cooking and cleaning and managing the 6 of us; then simply walking upstairs to her bedroom, screaming a little bit then boom another baby. It was incredible!
I remember wanting to hold my new baby sister. My parents cautioned me to sit down first because Abby was bigger than any of the other babies I had held before. At 11lbs, 3oz and a full head of long dark hair, my parents were wise to suggest sitting because – wow, what a chunk! She was heavy for real!
Growing up, Abby and I were in different friend groups and clicks. Remember, we were homeschooled – so basically I hung out with my older siblings and she hung out with my younger siblings.
But at some point along the way, I realized Abby was the coolest little chick. She wasn’t that chubby baby anymore. She was smart except for spelling, funny when she’s quoting the office, and kinda cute. I have vivid memories coming back from college and her wanting to play volleyball with me in the driveway. She was 10 years old and I was bombing balls at her in a full dripping sweat pepper. She was an athlete.
So – out of the kindness of my heart, she became my best friend, my ride or die, my maid of honor. I’m married and 27 years old. This past week, I dropped everything and drove to California to spend the last 5 nights crashed on the floor of the freshman dorm for her. Talk about love!
She’s beautiful, smart, athletic, and one of the funniest women you’ll ever meet! And with all of those things going for her, all of those options to latch onto and place her identity in – she has the wisdom to know her identity rests in no earthly thing. Her identity is founded squarely in Jesus – a child of the living God. What a gorgeous thing to see! Above all, give glory to God!