Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.

Friday November 1st.

My siblings playfully fighting over a game. My older sister telling me about her day.The excitement in my younger sisters voice as she asks me about a show we are both watching. Texting my parents who are at the grocery store to get chocolate chip ice cream.Yelling at the siblings,because it's now become more than playful fighting.Thinking of my middle brother, and feeling guilty about still being on the second chapter of the book he keeps asking me to read.Typing these words on my phones notes because unlike normal people I can't sit, think and write.Thinking  of my  oldest brother as I listen to music he introduced me to.Knowing the comfort I have in my family. The comfort of being a child with parents who love me and still make decisions for me.Thanking God that he allowed me to be born into the perfect family. That I have two strong, godly ,loving parents. Two people who love each other so very much. I hear it in their voices each morning. In their teasing and laughing.Knowing they aren't perfect.. Loving and serving one another despite their imperfections.That is love.Wishing to find a love as strong as theirs someday. To be the kind of parents they are to me and my siblings.Love. Knowing this is what makes a family. This is what makes my family.

Find your ordinary.

Maddy