Being so far away from my family, then spending time with the gang this summer made me realize how unfathomably grateful I am for the women in my family. I have been blessed with women who nurture, demonstrate charity and compassion, and yet still fit the description of a "spit-fire." These women, these unsung heroes, deserve a special debut to feel the love an appreciation of their hard work and dedication. And this is only part 1.
First, my sister, Nicole.
Nicole is 10.5 years younger than me, and the vast time canyon makes her life interestingly different than my experiences growing up. Even now, she lives as an only child with my parents. Yet, she somehow manages to compile all of the positive traits of her siblings as she develops into a young woman. She inherently treats people with sweetness, and strives to unearth smiles from grumpy faces. She's ambitious and willing to learn, searching each and every day to build herself into a better person. Certainly a spit-fire! I have so much to learn from her.
Second, my sister-in-law, Jen.
I met Jen 10 years ago and she instantly struck me as a dynamic woman. I soon came to learn how much of her dynamic worth went unnoticed. She is obviously smart, patient, and an easy fit into our family. Then I started learning more about her core: the part not so obviously seen. Jen sees answers to problems before the problem even arises, then takes care of business. Her brain constantly whirs... always figuring out ways to help those around her. I have never seen so much Christ-like charity housed in one body. She loves unconditionally and patiently. Her devotion to her children moves me to tears, and they flourish under her love and tutelage. She is a friend to turn to, a shining example, and a inspiring mother and wife.
Third, my beautiful mother, Sue.
I am so blessed to carry along the name of such an accomplished, compelling, and motivating woman. She epitomizes every beautiful thing: mother, wife, friend, mentor, inspiration. She loves fiercely. This love enables her to protect those she cares about, so let's just go ahead and add protector to her list of many talents. She taught me loyalty, work ethic, and how to balance a multi-faceted life. She helped me explore and develop my little world, opening my eyes to my limitless potential. She touches everyone she meets, and spreads the happiness along the way. Somehow, with all this concentrated sweetness, she knows how to have fun and get a little spicy. As the "cherry" on top, she taught me to try new things with an open mind.... so you can blame her for Tony and me living in Connecticut!
Last, the woman who started it all, my Grandmother, Barbara.
Barbara IS the definition of a spit-fire. Growing up in New Mexico, she dreamed of marrying a Montana cowboy. When she got a teaching offer in Winston, she packed her bags and became a Montana girl. She met and married her feisty Montana cowboy, Jack, and raised her family in Townsend. It's easy to see where my mom gets her fierce love, as no other words can describe the bond between Barbara and her family. Throughout their family's climbs, spills, and adventures, Barbara gracefully succeeded in every endeavor: mothering, working, teaching, performing, even cooking for the jailhouse inmates (my grandfather was the Sheriff)! I firmly believe there isn't ANYTHING this woman can't do, and do well. Now, as she is nearing her 90's, she writes historical fiction novels. Her latest, Montana Lawman, celebrates the life she built with her husband in Townsend.
(She's on the right, if you can't tell :)
I love each of these women dearly, and am so proud of them. I am blessed to have such shining examples and teachers surrounding me, and I hope to live up to their high standard. Thank you for all you do.
