In this house, we screw up.
We push buttons.
In this house, we cry.
We stomp our feet and grit our teeth.
In this house, we have tantrums.
Sometimes back to back.
But in this house, we do forgiveness.
We do unconditional love.
We do effort and participation over perfection.
We do faith and trust -- in God and each other.
We do what we do, how we do it, and though it doesn't always look pretty, it's pretty freakin' real.
It's our real.
When you walk into my house,
or the people of my house and I walk into yours,
you see our real,
and instead of judging it,
I hope it encourages you to love (and proudly live in) yours.
In this house were a bunch of flawed beings, and dang, if that ain't 'effin beautiful.