(I drew Whitney in church today.)
Alone time is overrated.
When I cut my mullet off this morning, Miriam was there to straighten the hairline on the back of my neck with scissors and Mom was there to vacuum off my shoulders.
Right now I need someone to stand on my ruler so that I can tear my over-sized piece of drawing paper in a straight line (but everyone is at church.)
I cannot describe how much I've enjoyed the company of my family while they've been visiting for Thanksgiving.
We had a lesson on the parable of The Prodigal Son in church today and I couldn't help but think of my own prodigal-ness. Not one of my siblings has been jealous or resentful or angry about my parents' figurative killing of the fatted calf upon my return.
Every moment spent in the company of my family feels absolutely joyful as being in their collective presence reminds of that fact.
I cannot wait for the time when we will all be happily gathered in the same room.