Perfectly Picked

I've cried many tears this week.  Tears over my loss of motivation, tears over friends I miss, tears over uncertainty, and just plain tears.  But tonight I cry tears of tender thankfulness, astonishment at what I have been given.

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.