"It's like lemon but with lime"

Ah Catherine. My sister. The more I talk to her the more I enjoy her. There are certain things that she does that just make me smile and laugh. Recently she got back from an archeological trip to Alaska and she was telling me about this fantastic guy she met(Supposedly he is going to be her husband. While Catherine was in the UK one of Nana's friends read her fortune and told her that). His name is Lyman (hence the title of this post).All weekend long we joked about his name. In so many ways she reminds me of my dad. He's always joking and having a good time. Sometimes it's weird how similar they are. They both have a habit of saying things aloud randomly for no reason. For example: tomato. ??? Often she'll burst out with some odd noise or some random song. Usually the cat is the object of her song, probably Tissue. Ahh Tissue.... I wish I could explain how much I love Tissue. How can you not love a cat who cries out with ecstasy when you pat her bum? What can I say, we're an extremely unsual and dysfunctional family. Even our cats are messed up. I guess the whole nurture argument rings true in the Howes household.

Anywho, I guess the point of this little blurb is that I love my family. I love my mother for being strong and assertive. I admire her for being bold and forgiving. I respect her because she is such an honourable and Godly woman. I love my father because he's working his life out (or at least attempting to) and really trying to make up for past wrongs. I care deeply for my sister because she is truly an awesome and beautiful young woman. I have such hope for her. In conclusion, I am glad that God ordained all the days of my life before the world was created. I think he set things up just fine:)