The ladies. Our hearts become knitted more tightly together every year. Korrie the Strong and Beautiful, Kayla (me), Candace the Joy who has faith, and Lydia the Great who loves.
The guys. Goobs.
The babies. Brave and Rosemary.
Playing in the dirt, picturing Zion.
The general feel of the weekend.
The questionable "quote" written in permanent ink on the refrigerator, presumably by the slightly crazy Ms. Anne and her Barry.
Love like this is not common, and we know that. We consider ourselves severely blessed - all 19 of us (very soon to be 21 of us, with number 22 rolling in shortly).