I love my parents. I really do. They just drive me crazy a little bit. They flew in tonight and the first order of business was to go get deep dish pizza. They are staying 30+ minutes away from where I live. My father keeps giving me crap about getting henna tomorrow. It's a little gift to myself as I've never had it done professionally before. I can't get any sort of schedule figured out, at least that's the way it feels. And the first thing I did when I got home was get a glass of wine. It'll all be fine. I know this.
Tomorrow the brother and his girl arrive. They are staying with me.
If you think of it, just say a little prayer for me, for all of us really. That we would be willing to be stretched farther than normal, full of grace for one another's idiosyncratic tics that drive one another out of our minds, patient with the people we love.
4 comments:
Will do ;o)
yes
absolutely love this post---i think it's the sick way God meant for families to be.
be lookin' in the mail for a package...
You are amazing and I am so happy for you! I will be praying that things go well. Also, pictures of henna please!
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