and every now and then we get it a little bit right...

So family home argument can be a bit of a pain at our house--and that's on the nights when we actually get everyone together. But tonight was good. We helped Shane pack a truckload of boxes from the old school and took it down to the new school. And it's gorgeous. Oh the view!

Two of Zack's friends came along and I invited everyone back to the house for strawberry pie our sweet neighbor made for us because Shane procured and laid some sod for her. But I told them they couldn't have any pie until we'd read a chapter from The Book of Mormon. And prayed. Lindsay is into speed praying. I swear she could be an auctioneer. And my favorite line was "And thanks that it sort of rained." Because we got just enough sprinkles tonight to dirty the windows. I loved that she noticed and was thankful and I even loved how we all started giggling in the middle of the prayer.

The pie was good. The company was better. And sometimes you just feel good inside because even though you're not perfect--your life is not perfect--you still know you're getting it a little bit right.