I loved every bit of this weekend.
On Friday (my birthday!), my parents, Jack and I flew to New York. My other brother, Sam, is in Philadelphia for the summer, so he met us in the city shortly after we arrived. All at once, we were together — the original and forever five. This would be our first family vacation in two years.
My dad truly spoiled us with a stay at the Four Seasons — silky white sheets, Bvlgari au thé vert soaps and enormous walk-in closets. I shared a room with my two brothers, and it was like I was thirteen all over again. We fought over the beds (“There’s absolutely no way I’m sleeping on the cot. It’s my birthday!”) and wore the plush hotel robes. On the second night, there was a water bottle war with gummy bear bullets. I laughed — real, genuine laughter. My little brothers have grown into young men: well-dressed, hilarious, God-honoring and a joy to be with.
With my family, I can be my most authentic self. I don’t have to worry about what they’re thinking of me. I’m safe, loved, supported and accepted, and best of all, I can rest in the knowledge that we are in Christ and destined for heaven. Our time in NYC was a sweet reminder of that truth.
Today, I am back in Chicago for another week of inspections, showings and networking. I already miss being surrounded by my family, but I think I’ll look forward to our next adventure.
