As my youngest son prepares to hit the BIG 16th Birthday milestone, my mind begins to reflect on a very special friend. She has been a significant part of my youngest son’s life, as a matter of fact my entire family. We met her around the time my son was potty training. Her parents attended the same church we did, and our interaction with her was minimal, since she was attending college in Waxahachie. Little did we know a single embarrassing event would bind us together for the next 14 years. You guessed it…my youngest son christened her during a youth event my wife and I were participating in.
Over the years, she has played many roles in our lives: friend, sister, daughter, sitter, nurse, chaperone, teacher, worship leader and most recently care giver. There has never been a, non family, person in all our marriage and ministry who has made so many selfless sacrifices, personal & resource investment and timeless friend in our darkest and weakest hours.
After the accident, she moved in our home to care for us while we recovered. She continued to plan, coordinate and commute to work her school administrator position all while making sure we were fed, the house was in order, medicines were taken, appointments were met, injuries were cared for, etc, etc. Don’t get me wrong; so many friends, family and acquaintances stepped in to make our recovery as smooth as possible; however, it was this one single person who has been with us each step of the way.
Today, I want to honor our dear friend and care giver. Her family, coworkers and friends call her Danielle Taylor, but to me and my family…her name will always be “HERO”!
