I won’t admit to being a perfectionist. Especially since I’m sure there is an error (or a few) in each of my posts, despite my best efforts.
However, I can spot imperfections pretty easily. One of the things that it seems no one can perfect is family. I’ve a fabulous family. For sure. But none are perfect, including mine. For Mother’s Day weekend, I joined my mother, my youngest sister, my aunt and two of her daughters for a wonderful trip to Wilderness at the Smokies. It was delightful!
We enjoyed a nice night out and, before heading out, snapped some pictures. I, of course, could not take our own, really, but I did get a few shots of my aunt and her daughters.
Lovely, aren’t they? They’d readily admit that they are imperfect. Yet still loved and made righteous (perfect!) by the blood of Christ!