My Someones

In one of my classes we had to write about someone that we love. I couldn't just pick one person. Anyway, I thought my paper would make for a good blog post too. So here it is... 



It’s funny how God works; how He can change your perspective or view, your feelings about someone, something, or a situation you find yourself in. I know that we were just supposed to choose one person for our “someone” card, but I had to choose two. I guess—because in my mind—they always go together. The people I chose were my two youngest sisters, Brynlee and Emmarie (Emmie). I think most people probably chose their family members, or their husband/boyfriend/wife/girlfriend, and I had to do the same.
The reason I think it’s funny how God works is because if you would of asked me three years ago, Brynlee and Emmie wouldn’t have been on my card. Instead, one of my friends or my mom might have. You see, three years ago I was going into my junior year of high school and wasn’t really walking with God. I was super selfish, all about my friends, and really took my family for granted. I remember coming home from school one day and receiving the news that would change my life for forever—my thirty-nine year old mom was pregnant. I am pretty sure I busted into tears, ran downstairs to my room, and probably texted one of my friends in a hysterical mess. I thought this was one of the worst things that could have happened to me. Another sibling? Really? I already have two. Why do I need another one, especially one that is going to be seventeen years younger than me? I thought it was ridiculous. I was furious; I was selfish and not thinking about my mom and what a shock this was to her or about my other family members and how it was affecting them. I remember that I practically didn’t eat for a week and just about gave everyone the cold shoulder. I know that sounds drastic and most people would be thrilled, but for some reason at that point in my life I couldn’t see what was going to be so amazing about having a baby in the house. Another mouth to feed, diapers to change, someone else to get into my things, and to share my life with. Like I said before, I was selfish and therefore just thought about me and how it was going to change my life.  I am not proud of the way I acted or what I put my family through by acting like a spoiled brat, but I have to explain it for you to understand. Anyway, nine months later my mom gave birth to a beautiful baby named Brynlee Baye. I think from the moment I saw her, every preconceived thought and emotion about having another sibling diminished. This was my little sister, a little precious person that I was given the opportunity to help mold, shape and raise. Needless to say, I fell in love with her and helped with her all the time. I was always holding her, changing diapers, giving baths, you name it. She was precious, and I was the typical doting big sister.
Then, out of the blue and a year later, my mom and dad shocked us with more news that again would change my life forever. She was pregnant again. I remember going through some of the same emotions that I had when I found out about Brynlee, but I was able to get over them quite fast as I watched Brynlee grow and saw that I was going to be given another wonderful gift to help raise. Emmie came nine months later, but it was a difficult birth and both she and my mom almost died. How awful would it have been if I had all those horrible feelings toward my mom and Emmie and they had died? I would have been devastated. I thank God that they are fine now and healthy. 
Now, when I think about Brynlee and Emmie I don’t know what I would do without them. They are the people that can make me happy on my worst day. They bring laughter and joy into my life and they have forever changed me and my family. I owe a great thanks to them for the impact they’ve made on my life—even though they are only two and three years old. And to think that three years ago I was pitching a fit and thought that this was going to be the worst thing that could have possibly happened to me. How wrong I was. 

Love! Gabrielle.