i love my family.

i missed out on what has apparently been the best weekend of my friends lives. it was the day i got home from camp, i was deathly tired and i wanted to spend time with my family. so i stayed home and hung with my favorite people in the world. at the end of the evening, my mom came to me and said "grace it was really nice for you to stay home tonight. it was really cool." she probably didn't/doesn't realize how much it meant, it especially means a lot since my friends can't seem to stop talking and laughing about that night. yes, i'm upset that i missed it but then i remember how much me staying home meant to my mom and that what really matters is my fam.