keep clicking. please.
I can’t deny it.
I get pretty stoked when someone asks me to write about the things I normally write about on my blog
on their blog.
I like Nikkie.
I like her writing.
And what I like best about it is this . . .
her honesty.
Her vulnerability.
Her clear desire to chase after God
despite all the past that could keep her running in another direction.
Her family looks a little bit like ours – a handful of kids, a mix of adoption and natural birth.
And that’s what I wrote about for her today.
Family.
It starts a little something like this . . . (Okay, it starts exactly like this.)
I could tell it was a first-time experience because of the surprise on her seven-year-old face.
Our entire family was sitting in the living room, scattered on furniture and the floor and the giant red bean bag the kids have nicknamed because it seems more like a friend than a place to sit.
And London was laughing.
Laughing so hard that she was, in fact, crying.
