I love my family. This isn't as much bragging as it is me being in awe of how much God knows and cares about the details of our lives. The three of us, we're perfect for each other. Everything about us feels too natural and charmed.
Don't get me wrong. We are human. We're flawed. We're temperamental and we each have our innate bends towards selfishness and stubbornness. Some a little more than others. #notnamingnames
But even those, the flaws and setbacks, they seem to come in perfectly timed waves amongst one another. We're never all down and out at the same time. We're never all stubborn at the same time. We're never all throwing tantrums at the same time. There's always one that is steadfast. And since we're being honest, sometimes it's the littlest of us. #notkidding
The realist side of me goes to bed fearing it won't be like this forever. And maybe it won't. But we can't know that, until, well, forever comes and goes.
So until then, we're going to eat way to many fruit snacks, giggle while reading something about a pig and parade, and talk and gawk at the "funder" storms outside our apartment.
We're going to continue bending out patience and kindness and sweetness and love.
We're going to tell each other "sowy" when we've hurt feelings or disobeyed and not fear repentance.
We're going to talk to Jesus through songs and prayers and listen to what He might be telling us.
We're going to take random drives down dream neighborhoods and end up on totally last minute dates to super unhealthy pizza places.
Because that's us. And I'm in love with every last bit of us.
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600 Degrees Pizza is one of our family favorites. If you're local or visiting Austin, Texas, make sure to try the #3.