Friday, April 1, 2011

The Truth

Dear friends,

I have a confession to make. I didn't want to mention this before because I was afraid I'd scare you off, but I think it's time to come clean. You see, see the truth is:

I'm perfect.

I try to imagine how hard it must be to handle my perfection every day; poor Preacher!

My children are perfect, too, probably because they take after me.

And also because they're pastor's kids. Pastor's kids are perfect; that's common knowledge. (And a blog post for another day.)

Little Man, scrubbing his walls.

Anyway -- April Fools. But you'd already figured that out, hadn't you?

The real truth is that I broke my camera. And since pictures = inspiration . . . broken camera = this mess.

I apologize for the inconvenience. Monday, we'll get back to our regularly scheduled excellence.

Going shopping,


  1. I seriously needed this smile. Thanks Becki!

  2. Thanks, Robbie! I don't guess you fell for the whole "perfect" thing, did you? Maybe next year... :)