One of my favorite memories with Maggie is when we were younger and shared a room. When we were supposed to be sleeping for the night, we would take turns telling each other funny stories. It wouldn’t be uncommon for either one of my parents to come in and tell us to be quite. When our family moved into a new house, Maggie and I were able to have our own rooms. As a teenager, I enjoyed the thought of having my own room. However, Maggie would still want to sleep in my room. She would beg and negotiate being able to sleep on my floor. At the time, I couldn’t understand why she would want to sleep on my floor when she had her own room. Looking back, I find her insistence to sleep on my floor endearing and a testament to our friendship.
Maggie has taught me many things, but the one thing that I hold close to my heart is to not sweat the small stuff. She had incredible grace through unthinkable situations. It is easy to get caught up in the little details of life, but in the end, those little things don’t matter. Maggie taught me that no matter what is going on, there is always something to be grateful for. No matter what you circumstances are, there is always something to smile about. Maggie may have been my younger sister, but she was someone that I looked up to.