His picture means nothing. It's probably even fake. He could be a stalker from Jamaica!!"
and I'm like "CALLED IT. STALKER." but then she says "No. He's the Kenyon's COUSIN."
There can't be anything wrong with him then. Tell us everything!!" and so it goes from there. ;)
and Mama comes bustling up in a flurry of nerves and takes my elbow,
"Oh my goodness, Jean Marie! Tell me what you think of him. Do you like him? Is this good?
and for chasing Kimberly on the beach like a kid and reminding me that sometimes changes can still feel like Home.
and wildly beautiful, and seemingly without much conflict except when you'd sell me out for giving
my boiled egg to the dog at breakfast. You never could tell a lie or keep a secret.
We know God doesn't promise us an instant easy life, even in the bursts of delighted love.