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May 16, 2007
But my family knows me
As much as I appreciate the InLaws trying to get to know me, it's not the same as being with my family, the family that gets all the in-jokes (heck, we wrote them! Want to read some? Ok: "Gilbert!" "What a tall McDonald's sign." "Mind if I...vomit?" "Mother!" "...wipe and mother...")
They get where I am coming from. They understand when I'm kidding and when I'm being serious.
They get where I am. They understand what I feel about/believe about/am convicted about any number of topics, and they get which ones are the most important topics to me. (Pre/postlapsarianism? No, don't care. A/pre/post millenial? No, not so much. Paper or plastic? No, don't care about that either. How do we treat one another? That's what I care about. Will we include one another in our lives? Yes, I care. Does including take effort? Of course, but it's worth it.)
They get where I am going. I am a wife, a woman, a Christian, I have a job, I want to be a mom someday, I am a sister, a granddaughter...and I am learning more and more which ones of these to prioritize.
In short, they get me. I get them. And we love each other enough to love across miles, across changes, to let new people in the circle and feel like they belong, too. We delight in togetherness and we miss you when you should be here but you aren't.
Love you, guys.
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