spoiled rotten (or blessed abundantly?)

sometimes I ponder my beautiful family and think, "how on earth is any guy or gal going to compete with my family members at taking such good, sweet thoughtful care of me." Seriously.

My dad for as long as I remember has made breakfast and lunch for me--if I let him--despite my pickyness and particularity with food variety, and when I was in high school, he'd wake me up himself, knowing that I hated the alarm clock.

My brothers both look out for me and love me so much, and Rémy and my dad both take extra care at giving me the most outrageous and sometimes ridiculous sweet compliments, making me feel so incredibly special.

Both of my parents have done a great job at consistently reminding each of us of our unique strengths and gifts and praising us (almost at some moments of my life, to the point of bigheadedness on my part--I have to admit) and reminding us of God's love for us.

My family also has always been encouraging and sweet to me about my random sense of fashion and they've put up with gentleness (often undeserved) with my extremely strong opinion about most things in the world.

My mom is the best at leaving me unique little gifts on my pillow and sweet notes, and my dad has the most wonderful ability to empathetically listen to my rambling stories about life, love and other mysteries.

My mom has always been an amazing problem-solver, in the countless moments of ADD crises in my life, and all of us love to sing together.

Each member of my family has consistently pointed me back towards Christ, the center and lovingly redirected me in my times of soul-wandering.

All these qualities make up one tall order for any possible future spouse of Rémy, Merritt or I... :)