we are none of us exactly alike, all of us imperfect, and i'm so grateful to be numbered among you.
i hope you felt loved this weekend.
p.s. k and the children worked hard to set a pretty table and make a delicious meal for me yesterday. (not pictured: after the meal, k getting all macgyver on a window upon discovering the back door locked + no other way to get in the house. also of note: not the first time this has happened. silver lining: at least i was not in my pajamas this time.)