Family..

My parents stopped in Russellville to have dinner with me tonight, while they were on their way back from a weekend in Mississippi. I was so happy to see them! I know they probably don't believe it, but I really do miss them so much when I'm at school, even though I don't go home as much as they'd like. I always know its time to go home for a visit when Jami and Brandi start calling to shoot the junk. My parents are everything I could ask for! My dad is the single most hard working person I have EVER met, and almost just like me in every way but that. He's a talker and so am I. I remember always staying awake on trips and talking the entire time, while my mom and sisters slept. We constantly hear that we look and act just alike and even though I deny it always, thats one of the biggest compliments I could ever get. He is such a good man, so selfless and always faithful to lead us just like the Lord leads him. People always just go on and on about how sweet my mom is, and I couldn't agree more. When I moved to school, I realized just how picky I am, because she is such a good cook! I love more than just about anything when we get to shop or talk forever. She has such a beautiful heart and spirit, and has always worked so hard to make our house a home. She always reminds me that home is wherever they are, not the house I lived in, and I'm beginning to understand how true that is. When we were growing up, my sisters and I fought so much, probably because they were just pure evil and I could get pretty mean and dramatic myself, but since Brandi's had kids and I moved to school, I'm so thankful for them. Obviously, Brandi's kids are my favorite people in the entire world, but I've found out in the last few years that she is pretty cool too. I secretly love when she calls just because she needs adult conversation and Heath is out of town and she has been with the kids every day, all week. Jami and I are so close in age that it was pretty easy for us to always find something we needed to fight about. Driving. Friends. Boys. School. Our parents. The TV. The front seat. You name it, we probably fought about it. But I'm beginning to understand that she is the only person in the ENTIRE world who understands exactly what it was like to grow up in our house at the same time as me. She is definitely feisty and just about as sarcastic as I am, but instead of hating it and always being so annoyed with it like I used to be, I love it. She's not afraid to tell anybody whats up, and as opposite as that is from me, I'm so glad she is, because somebody has to be, right? I'm so thankful for my sweet and perfect-for-me family, and so excited to finally be home with them for more than a couple of days this week. Thank Jesus for yours today and for His beautiful grace. Love Love Love.