The family’s visit is
coming to an end . . . boo hoo . . . boo hoo . . . boo hoo. I love my family so much. This is why . . . .
We laugh until we can’t
breathe.
We make fun of the
funny way Nana says things.
I get my southern
accent back – ya’ll.
The cousins play and
play and play and fight and make up and giggle.
The cousins sing all
their favorite “God” songs together (LOVE THIS!!!!).
With
my family, I’m not “The Pastor’s Wife”.
I’m just a wife, mom, baby girl, big sister, crazy aunt,
and pesky sister-in-law.
Even
though we disagree on “stuff”, we talk animatedly about it and then move on.
We
love each other fiercely in spite of our faults and quirks.
We
belong.
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