If I'm honest

Dear one,

You're a little be off. Not Mrs. Doubtfire off. Certainly not Willy Wonka off. Not even Jack Sparrow off. Off, but maybe Mary Poppins off. Off, but in a glamorously magical way. Just know that I love you, even in your weirdness. And I know that I'm genuinely enjoying getting to know the quirky character that is you. It's probably because I'm so normal. Yeah. That's it. I'm just thankful you've been persistently patient and engaged enough for me to know more of you. And to forgive my judgemental heart. Because you know it exists, even when I'd like to pretend it doesn't. So thanks. Your weirdness drives me to Jesus. Which drives me back to you. Weird, huh?

thus spake,

me