I wish you knew my parents. They're perfect. Of course, they're not really PERFECT, but like I said yesterday, "The more I grow up, the more I believe and see that God specifically picked my parents to have me and me to be their daughter." The more I get to know them, the better we fit together. They take better care of me than I can justly describe. Every time I think I know how much they love me, I realize that I've barely sipped of the fountain from which they endlessly give. I see their love for me on their faces, I hear it in their words, I feel it in their hugs, and I read it in the encouraging emails they send me almost every day.
