Sometimes in the midst of heartache it is complicated for us to see past the immediate present. Almost a year ago I watched helplessly as my little sister suffered through an out of this world intese trial. Multiple times I wished I could tape her broken heart back together but knew that no matter what I said or how often I could be there for her, time would only dull her pain… and then one of those story book heroes rode in wearing basketball shorts and carrying a football.
To see someone I love so happy and someone that is gentle, kind, and loving treat that same person I love so much with the purest form of love is an indescribable feeling. I’m going to say something that might come acrossed a little cliche and cheesy: Sometimes we try to write our own stories and when they take an unexpected climax change we consider them canceled, over, or more accurately, a Nicholas Spark’s novel with a infamously sad ending. Yet, when we keep reading and let God write the chapters we find that our stories are more incredible that we could have ever imaged them to be.
I am so grateful to be gaining such a great person into our family. Anyone that can embarass my dad, tolerate my brother, respect my husband, embrace my children, treat my mom like a queen, and most importantly make my little sister the happiest I HAVE EVER SEEN HER is someone I can put my stamp of approval on.. even if his shoes smell like straight of up garbage. Welcome to the crazy family Mark! I can’t wait until December!