My family and I arrived at Disney World yesterday. It is our most favorite place on earth, and we can’t get enough! When we were walking into our hotel, the most beautiful family you have ever seen was walking out. I mean they looked like they just came from a Ralph Lauren photo shoot. The kids (a girl and a boy) were the tannest children I have ever seen with the whitest hair. Their parents had a tan and hair to match. They also had perfectly pressed colored shirts and khakis on. I am not exaggerating. I wish I had taken a picture, but that would have been awkward. As I walked past them I found myself feeling sorry for them. Yes I even felt pity. What a strange thing to feel about this gorgeous, perfect family. I know. So why was I feeling this way? I guess I really don’t know. Did I feel bad that they would never know how awesome being imperfect was? was it because they would never know how full our hearts are because we gave up the quest for “perfection?” Was it because they gave us that pity look that is unfortunately common when people see Carsten? I don’t know, but I do know that I legitimately felt bad for them. When in my life did I start pitying the beautiful and on the surface beautiful families? Again, I don’t know. I do know that I sincerely do. I wish they could taste the fullness of my imperfect life. Give them a glimpse into how beautiful MY world is!