My family is not perfect. Im not perfect. Our lives are filled with chaos, tears, struggles, home made Mac and cheese, Im sorry, prayers, ice cream, softball, laughter, friends, redos and reruns. We fuss, we forgive, and we love unconditionally. I never have money, but I have everything thats important to me. If I have time on my hands, I figure its because I probably need extra prayer time. If my husband dont fall asleep in his chair by 8:00, chances are, hes sick. I drive my children crazy because they say all I do is cry and pray. Im too sentimental, Id go hungry before I see someone do without. Pianos make me happy and sad at the same time. My poor mini van needs tires but may die tomorrow anyway. My house is messy but its safe... Our safe place. Our family is always sharing our lives with each other. My husband never complains about whats for dinner...and hes a huge help in the kitchen when everyone is going in a different direction and needs to eat while running out the door. Ive become thankful for the hot mess my days have become because I dont have time to deal with any craziness other than my own. I certainly wish others lives were as exhausting as mine. You dont have to look far to find imperfections here... But if you could be as lucky as I am, youd probably not have time to see others faults... Youd just relish in your own chaos.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 21:28:59 +0000
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