Family is wonderful. Where else can one find the following exchange:

*I walk in the door*
Dad: "She's back!"
Brother from next room: "And bigger than ever, Super Chicken!"

And we all know exactly what he's talking about (quoting the "Super Chicken" show that is made by the same folks who created the George of the Jungle animations).

Besides this, my parents always say nice things about me. My dad tells me I am beautiful, and my mom recounts stories of childhood brilliance. Unfortunately, they do this even when I am feeling and acting the opposite, so I don't really believe them. But it is still encouraging to know that somebody is thinking such warm and fuzzy thoughts about me. :)

Then, better and better, there are younger people here who enjoy my company. They want to spend time with me, no matter what I'm doing! I had forgotten how fun it is just to hang out and be utterly silly with my little sisters.

So yes, life is good. I'm becoming happier and happier that I am not swinging straight back into exhaustion, artificial schedules, and student body politics. I was burning out, to tell the truth. God knew what He was doing when my mom told me she wanted me home to help.  ¶ 10:27 AM