In the very imperfect world we live in today, I think people often take their families for granted. I know I sure do sometimes. But when I think of my imperfect family, pretty fun memories resurface…
I could tell about that time I threw a stick *accidentally* into my oldest brother’s eye on a hunting trip, in the middle of the woods…
Or when my second oldest brother had this thing for carving his initials into the furniture and denied it, as though anybody else would have reason to carve “CCP” anywhere (except ONE time I did it for him to repay him for getting me in trouble, I AM NOT PROUD OF IT, IF YOU’RE READING THIS I AM VERY SORRY, CHAISE *heh*)…
Or how Hunter, Chaise and I would stack our three beanbags on top of each other and all climb up on top to see who could stay on the longest…
Or that time I dared my little brother Garrett to poke a motionless snapping turtle floating in a creek with a stick to see if it was still alive (it was, very much so)…
Or those times when I’d go back home and Mom and I would stay up talking for hours in the same room we had had humongous fights in years previous (it’s so cool how God works)…
Or those Thursday and Friday mornings Mimi and I would spend making breakfast and drinking a cup pots of coffee and talking about anything and everything…
Or when Dad and I would go hunting and I’d choose to continue huntin’ in the same tree as him instead of going off on my own because my favorite part of hunting was sittin’ with him…
Or when Hunter came into my room late one night telling me he and his now-wifey were starting to officially date AND I FREAKED OUT (it was a positive thing, don’t worry :)…
Or those countless nights Garrett and I would spend in our entire-room forts, coloring and talking nonsense and sneaking Rebel up to sleep with us in our fort (I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad were onto us, at least part of the time)…
And that time that we found out Mom was having another blasted boy, and I burst out into incredibly unhappy tears because I’d been praying for two years for a girl, I mean c’mooon! …And he turned out to be the biggest blessing I’ve ever been gifted with (so thankful God doesn’t always answer our prayers the way we pray them)…
The time I explained to my parents over the phone that I had acquired a pet feline…on accident…and they weren’t even *that* mad…
That time Chaise chopped his finger off while Mom was on a retreat for women discussing “fears” (you can’t tell me God doesn’t have humor)…
Family is beautiful. And it’s also a mess. I’m proud of where I come from and who I come from. Despite the crazy imperfectness of the Porter family, we are kinda awesome, too. We’re constantly growing *funnier* and darn it, I just love ’em all.
So here’s to family! Now go and hug yours. 🙂