Been thinking about my family a lot this summer. Sister is officially done with grad school and has her Masters. So proud.
Mama, daddy, Manda, and Josh all get to see each other this weekend. Am I jealous? Yes. I miss them. All of them. If I could pick one word to describe my family, it would be Ragamuffin. Because we are, if you look at our pictures growing up, you can tell. But I love it that way. I love that Mom let us run around barefoot all day and let Josh take mud baths. She let us be kids. And therefore, we made the best memories. My favorite memories.
When life gets crazy and friends move away, I know that I still will always have my family. They get me. Yes, they think I am so weird, but they still get me. We all get each other. We laugh at each other, think things are hilarious when really its not that funny, and we live life. We pray, we cry, we laugh, we yell, we chase each other, we get on each other's last nerve, but we love each other.
During spring break mom said, "Can you two (Josh and me) go into my room and wrestle each other away from me?" Or her other favorite, "Be so quiet so I think I am home alone."
We love comparing ourselves to the Middle. But really, we are so that family.
Natural parks, camping, Montana, the heat, guide dogs, the beach, summer camp, home schooling, raking the fall leaves, selling persimmons in the front yard, playing outside when the sun is going down, being kids, being ragamuffins, hugging mom, and waiting for dad to come home.
All words that describe my childhood. I love my family and I miss them a lot.
I thank Jesus every day for blessing me with such amazing people. They're the best <3
xoxo,
Whitney Rose