My sister, Alyssa, is a wife, mother of three and employed full-time as a volunteer coordinator at the church we attend. It’s a church with a weekly attendance of around 10,000 people so this is no small task.

I’m amazed by Alyssa’s ability to balance her life so well. In order to assure the best possible situation 
for her children while she’s at work, Alyssa drives about forty minutes one way to bring her children to my mother’s daycare and then turns around to head back to work, normally a fifteen minute drive from her home. At any given moment Good Housekeeping could enter her home and take photos for their magazine. In fact, I’ve sometimes fantasized about stopping in unexpectedly just to see towels laying on the bathroom floor. As it stands, I’m convinced they are a towel-less family.

Last weekend Alyssa spent one of her few days off to drive an insane distance to see my son wrestle (and lose). It meant the world to me that she would choose to spend her day in a smelly gymnasium when she could have chose to spend it in her pajamas eating a can of sweetened condensed milk with a spoon. Wait…that’s my ideal day. I’m projecting here. My point is that she works very hard to make people feel special. I wish the world was filled with people like her.