Alli and Matt are my pastors. Their lives preach of hope and teach of joy. They are weird... like REALLY weird, and that makes me feel free to be my true weirdo-self too. Already, their newborn daughter Lucy has experienced things like Matt walking around singing "They'll Know we are Christians" before seamlessly slipping into, "they'll know you're a Lucy by your snakes, by your snakes." Alli records these things. I imagine she stores them up in her heart.
Everyone talks about who Lucy will become when she grows up. They wonder what sort of glorious odd-ball personality she will inherit from her parents. But you know what? I think she already has it. It's in her toes when they stretch straight out from her feet like her daddy when he full-body stretches. It's in the corners of her mouth when she smiles just like her mommy in her sleep.
Welcome to the world little light. You are well loved.
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