When I said yes to Jonathan (my husband of nearly 10 years) on that warm summer day, I thought I knew what that meant. I was agreeing to marry this man for better or for worse. But that isn’t really true, is it? You are not just marrying that person, you are marrying his family. So it was that I found myself tethered to Sonia, my new sister-in-law. For better or worse we were going to be forced to at least get along. And considering that our husbands are each other’s only siblings, I think we were all hoping we would be a good “match”. I remember being so hopeful that we would be able to be more than just acquaintances, and God has been so good. In this amazing woman I have found so much more than just a friend, I have truly found a sister. Over the years we have been pregnant at the same time (nearly every single time) and raised our babies together. We have laughed, cried, and grown (often literally, over fruit n’ nut bars and ice-cream) through many late night visits, blessed cups of coffee, and phone calls that often go on far too long. There is no one I would rather partner with that shares my heart and vision not only for women but for just cutting the crap and being real. My wild intensity is grounded in Sonia, she reminds me to breathe, to think things through. I know you will be blessed by her writing and find a friend in her as I have. She is the calm to my chaos. Just don’t ask us how crazy it is when we have our 9 kids all together and try to have a cup of tea…
I grew up with a younger brother and always wondered what it would be like to have a sister. I knew marriage was my shot and having a great ‘sister’ relationship via my husband’s only brother. When I first met Rebecca one thing was clear; my brother-in-law had ‘lost his MIND, fallen head over heals, and was possibly a bit obsessed’ but was deeply in love with Rebecca. Having not had a chance to unpack who she was yet, his crazy love for her had me curious as to what she was all about. Ten years later I know this woman and she knows me SO WELL! She has the goods on my parenting and marriage failures. She has held all my babies and even been there while one was born. She listens to my hopes and dreams; and I listen to hers. We’ve worked together, been very involved in helping raise each others’ children. We’ve cried, we’ve fought; all this is a testament to how incredibly valuable and irreplaceable her friendship is. She’s always been the person I trust to vent and filter my issues, my insecurities and my perfectionism. She’s stood with me for my calling, my family my marriage and I’ve stood with her in the same way. She’s always listened well and been a loyal friend but, in the last few years, I’m pretty sure she’s surpassed me in wisdom. Now, when I vent, she doesn’t just listen and pray for me she often gives me the goods on exactly what I know I should do but don’t want to do. She ‘reads my mail’…it’s super annoying sometimes when my soul does not want to be told the truth. Her friendship really is one of the greatest gifts in my life and I’m so honoured to write with her here and share our hearts for women and families.