{"id":13357,"date":"2017-02-01T09:42:31","date_gmt":"2017-02-01T14:42:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/debmillswriter.com\/?p=13357"},"modified":"2017-03-01T22:00:30","modified_gmt":"2017-03-02T03:00:30","slug":"this-quiet-girl-to-know-her-is-to-love-her-and-i-know-her-very-well","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/debmillswriter.com\/?p=13357","title":{"rendered":"This Quiet Girl – To Know Her Is To Love Her, and I Know Her Very Well"},"content":{"rendered":"

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30 years ago, I knew this would be the day. Our baby was coming. It was still the wee hours of the morning, but labor wakes us. I let Dave sleep until it got to a place that I knew we probably needed to go. It was a windy pre-dawn drive to the hospital. That first day of March.<\/p>\n

“It’s a girl!” How would I have known then how much she would change our lives? We had an inkling when, just days into parenting, and my hormones all over the place, I looked up at Dave, with her in my lap and tears in my eyes. “What if something were to happen to her?” – asked the new mom on the edge. Dave brought me back to myself when he said, “Look at how much joy she’s brought us in just these few days. We treat each day as precious…” It was something like that. He doesn’t remember, and all I can say is that each day has been precious.<\/p>\n

This quiet girl spent her preschool years in East Tennessee enjoying friends from the neighborhood and church. She didn’t require much entertaining. The world of her imagination was rich and deep. She welcomed two little brothers in that time.<\/p>\n

As their big sister, she created elaborate make-believe games, and they loved following her lead in play. \"\"<\/a>This, of course, would end in time, as teen years would find all three off doing more of their own thing. Fun times together and shared memories.\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Other times, the boys thought of her more like an old aunt…a third parent…rather than sister. Fortunately that season passed with them all still friends.\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

This quiet girl has known God since she was tiny. She’s always been an old soul, and that sensibleness and understanding about life informed her grasp of God. She isn’t perfect, by any means, but she carries into adulthood a faith that both anchors her and moves her toward His purposes.<\/p>\n

She loves music and for all her life she has filled our home with singing or piano playing. I don’t know if that influenced her guitarist<\/a> or harpist brothers. Their music has just been a joy…for the most part…our musical tastes have all had their own journeys. Remembering her high school girl band days still makes me smile. She plays the radio now more than the piano, and she isn’t pursuing a choir or praise team experience…but I hope she does again one day.<\/p>\n

When we pulled her out of her lovely small-town life, along with her brothers, to move to Africa, this quiet girl took it in stride. We were always grateful to see the hand of God in these adjustments. There were tears…great, gushing cries over missing friends and family and grieving precious things left behind (even her dog once)…my heart would almost break over those tears. Then, like the sun breaking through storm clouds, she would give in to laughter. That would break the tension for all of us…that crazy-sweet laughter from a tear-drenched face. Her own wrestling through the many moves of our lives had to have helped our boys do the same. She helped us, for sure.<\/p>\n

Making friends was sometimes challenging for this one whom we bounced around from country to country. Always having to start over was hard for her. She’s not one to push in or draw attention to herself. How thankful we were for the friends who opened up to friendship with this quiet girl. They are some of her most cherished friendships. \"\"<\/a>When she does feel comfortable enough to be herself, she probably surprises people with her resoluteness, strong opinions, and deep loyalties. These are actually things I appreciate about this quiet girl. She is not going away. As we get older, it is a tremendous comfort to know that she has settled that. She will be there, God willing. With this one, you get life-long friendships and forever love.<\/p>\n

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When this quiet girl went back to the US for college, we would miss her terribly. Our home re-configured and the boys became the young men of the house. Her visits home were dear for all of us…as she perched around wherever we had landed at home and told us stories of life at school. I never tired of those stories.\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

After college, she would teach for several years (both inner city and county schools). Lots of crying followed by laughter in those days. The friendships that came out of both college and teaching are precious to her…lots of battle scars and victories to share there.\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

This quiet girl fell in love. She never really dated in high school. We as her parents were glad she, or the boys, didn’t suffer serial broken hearts. To find one so right for her as the quiet young man she married gladdened our hearts for her…and for us all.\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Then she finally got a much-longed-for sister when one of her brothers married (and another when her husband’s brother married).\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

…and our first grandchild has this quiet girl as mommy. \"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

[No pics of this little one on the blog yet. One day… The grandparents, I can tell you, are smitten with this little one not-so-quiet as the parents.]<\/p>\n

I guess it’s a 30th birthday that made me want to write about this quiet girl. To know her is to love her, and I know her very well. <\/em><\/p>\n

So Sweet Girl, Dear Daughter of ours, when you read this blog (and you do, so thanks for that), on this your 30th birthday, hope you’re having a Beautiful Day<\/a> and know how Priceless<\/a> you are to God Himself and to all who know and love you.\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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