I just might have the best living situation ever. My pastor/landlord/father of the twins I nanny/older brother I never had/longtime friend, Rob lives upstairs with his family (Stacey, Emily and Kaylee) and I live down here with Shannon who is the auntie of the girls and my best friend. So really, we are like one little family.
On Friday night we borrowed The Village (a strange and eerie movie) from them and were watching it here when we heard a knock on the door at the bottom of our stairs. We paused the movie and yelled 'Come in!' and Rob appeared with nylon over his face, smushing and contorting it disturbingly, his hood up, and holding two bowls of rhubarb crisp while he tried to speak in his best creepy, creature-like voice a la M. Night Shyamalan. Shannon and I laughed so hard, I'm not sure how we were able to get back into the eerie, creepiness of the movie.
And that's why I think I have the best living situation ever. There is no shortage of laughter in this house, whether it's Rob, Stacey, Shannon, me or the twins, not to mention that whenever we are struggling, we have a community right at our fingertips to find support, encouragement and prayer in AND free rhubarb crisp!