Giuliana and Bill Rancic are my new favorite celebrity couple. (Well, next to this one).
I know some blogs treat you with all of the best recipes. Some bleed maternal wisdom. Some know what ISO means.
I give you celeb couples.
While we're on the topic, can I tell you how badly I was shaken over the whole Jef & Emily scare? I Googled them fervently. I prayed for them, man.
I think this says something about me. Something strange and wonderful, though I've yet to put my finger on it...
Anyway, I'm thrilled for the Rancics. That's what I call them. "The Rancics". They're fine with it. I love that they are such joyful advocates of the story of family. Our family talks a whole lot about how God creates families in many different ways. It's just beautiful, all the way around.
(I do wish I could personally shelter her from any and all insensitive comments that will likely be cast her way over the coming years, but she seems to come from hardy stock. I'm sure she'll manage.)
Today, I'm painted over with so much love. I teared up in my closet, so full of God's love in my life right now.
*He sent me a new friend in my new town and I haven't overwhelmed her yet with my propensity to show up unshowered or my strange cookie drops.
*The small kids who live in my home are strong and healthy. They're learning and growing and I get to kiss them many times a day about the head vicinity or in the cleft of a sweaty-ish neck.
*The big kid who lives across town, behind bars, writes us letters without punctuation but with an abundance of the kind of smiley faces that have two lines for eyeballs.
Maybe the rash decision to throw my full support behind The Rancics is a symptom of acute sentimentality. Perhaps. Maybe gratitude can be so big and wild that it flows over to things that most people deem unworthy. Maybe God made me weirder than most. Maybe The Rancics should be Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Maybe I'm stalling because I don't want to fold the darks.
I'll keep you posted.
You can count on it.