Ramblings…

I am going to preface this post with this: I love my father-in-law. This post is in no way meant to criticize my father-in law. It is simply a humorous observation. In fact, I could not have hoped for better in-laws. They are incredible, wonderful people, and I am truly blessed to call them family. I write this preface in hopes that Emily will not kill me when she reads this post.

It seems like every time we go visit Emily’s parents, her father gives us another bible. We have in our possession at least six bibles in the house. As I’m writing this, I’m staring at five bibles in the bookshelf across the room. I think there might be another two in Emily’s nightstand. I’m really not sure what he’s trying to tell us with all these bibles. I wonder if he doesn’t think I’m slowly dragging his daughter and granddaughter down the long, hard road to hell.

I should note that one of the bibles was a gift from my father-in-law. It is a nice leather-bound edition with an engravinng in the front. Another one is Emily’s old bible, and another was Emily’s grandmother’s. So, out of the six or so bibles, three have sentimental and family values.

Nevertheless, I’ve never been around more bibles in my life, and I spent kindergarten through second grade in a Catholic school. I suppose we’ll be safe in case of vampires, possessions, or other demons invading the earth.