I was jokingly and snarkily asked a question a few days ago that has made me both laugh and contemplate over the span of then and now.
“Who is your favorite sibling?”
Now, I know it’s PC to say that I don’t have a favorite… that they’re all equally amazing in my eyes…. that I simply couldn’t pick or decide who the #1 spot should go to.
And in one sense, that is totally true.
They are all amazing.
But it got me thinking about each of them individually… not to choose my favorite, but to look at their character and their strengths, and admire them as my peers.
I thought I would brag a little bit on how awesome my sisters and brother are.
Let me introduce them to you.
This is Abigayle.
Abi fully lives up to the meaning of her name (I think we all do, actually. But she probably the most out of all of us). She brings life and joy wherever she goes, provoking laughter with her intellegent wit, bringing deep, meaningful silence to moments that seem chaotic, and great steadiness of soul in all moments.
Her hair is an all consuming force to be reckoned with, and always has been. And she has become on of my closest and most faithful friends, regardless of the fact that we “have to be friends.” She is my adventurer, my comrade, the kind of girl I wish was more like: one who is planted with joy in who she is and not who she is expected to be by the world around her.
Even in light of the constant, daunting question “What are you doing with your life?” she remains steady, holding on at all times (even when the difficulty is suffocating) to the promise that God makes everything beautiful within its time.
She follows Him, faithfully and to what some who don’t understand it label it as, to a fault… leaving the “right” track to serve, to grow, to love and to remain. Not the financially stable route, but honestly, the right route for her.
She is striking and lovely in every way.
This is Adilynn.
Adi has suffered the most from age-gap-syndrome found in our relationship, and it was only within the last 3 years that I’ve really gotten to peer into the heart of her sweet soul.
I realized quickly that I’ve deeply missed out on growing with a young woman who has such grace in her ways that it often floors me.
She is a classic introvert, as she has created for herself a “cave”, in which she retreats most every day to recharge.
But she is mighty. And she is often loud within circumstance that she finds full of comfort and trustworthiness. She lives in her youth in many ways that we forget to as we grow up… with a sense of wonder, of learning, and laughter. But my goodness, she bring gentle beauty wherever she goes, and is growing into the most amazing model of the proverbs 31 woman.
She is the feather pillow that the three other Selby children need to fall into from time to time to cry or relax or laugh or enjoy. She is the warm cup of hot chocolate after playing in the rain for hours and hours. She is the human embodiment of those fireworks that blow up quietly and float down softly like glitter. She is the owner of the most contagious laughter I’ve experienced, encouraging thoughts that bring more life than a defibrillator and a winner of most children’s hearts. And she has the most beautiful eyes you will ever behold. True story.
This is Austin.
In the conversation that I recounted for you, he was the predicted “favorite sibling”… which most would probably assume of each of us girls because of how much was adore the kid publically on a semi-regular basis… but if you had him as a brother, you would do the same. I’d bet $200 on it.
He is one of the greatest humans I know, even if he will deny it with frustrated sighing and exaggerated head shaking… but my sisters would probably wholeheartedly agree.
He has more talent, more enthusiasm, and more humor in his left hand than I do in my whole body, and he uses it flawlessly.
His mind and heart are firey. He walks with humble confidence, standing up for what he believes in, discussing difficult topics when needed, pursuing the Lord without borders and loving people better than most middle aged church goers do. He’s probably the best driver out of all of us, and provides the most wonderful safe haven in his presence to anyone who needs it.
He is this odd mixture of an old soul and a young heart… lively and wild, yet solid and faithful.
He is my favorite little brother, always and no matter what.
I can’t pick a favorite, because they all drive me to madness from time to time, as I’m sure I do to them with my loud, opinionated, dramatic self.
But each of them holds a place in my heart that is meant for only them… and I’d sacrifice sleep, money and my right arm for each of them without question.
The four of us make up this amazing unit that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I often find myself thinking how did I get so lucky to have three siblings who love me, challenge me, make me laugh, make me cry, comfort me when I cry, believe in me, pray with me and for me, and do life so well with me that I couldn’t imagine trying to do it without them.
They are why I want a big family… so that my own little ones can grow into amazing relationship with their own family (Lord willing,and through prayers I’m speaking out even now).
They are my favorite.