My earliest memories of Keri look like carpooling to work late (because her parents were our bosses and we had to stop for gas because we were running on fumes, probably from the Starbucks stop SOMEBODY said she needed) while listening to Kidd Kraddick in the Morning. Her youngest daughter recently pointed “OH MY GOSH MOM, Mae has a tattoo on her finger JUST LIKE you, and her nose pierced JUST LIKE YOU.” to which I could only laugh and say “It was the 00’s, Penny, you had to be there.”
But there’s also some wonderful truth in what this tiny smiley child said.
Keri is one of the most influential women in my life. Her patient spirit has endured years of me refining my fiery words. Like many of my friends, she has always paid for my photography, supporting my business as it’s evolved. Like few of my friends, she supports my heart with words of correction that prune and bring forth new growth.
I share all of this not to flex our friendship on all y’all, but simply to amplify what kind of wife and mother she’s learned to be. Learning to love well, being Jesus with skin on, is at the core of who Keri is, and after a decade of intense cultivation, I’m blessed and rejoicing watching a harvest come to her and her household.
The leadership and selflessness of the husband by your side has brightened up your whole world. Your happiness, the joy and peace you’ve received from the Lord, is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen established in you, Keri.
