This is just what we do.
Our house is a little crazy sometimes.
I am not apologizing, just stating.
I love these girls for who they are and for being perfect little people despite my mistakes and shortcomings.
When I say "perfect little people" I don't mean they don't make mistakes, they aren't naughty, or that they are better than any other kids.
I mean they are perfect in their love for me.
And that, my friends, is what perfect should mean.
Little Cara Kay in the dryer while I fold laundry.
Ryann learning how to play the Wii. Seriously? A Zelda shooting game? Her Dad is so proud.
I know her Uncle Zach will be proud too, once I send a letter off to him telling him about it.