On the surface they look like a perfect family. Successful. They have a pool in the back yard and drive cars that are the envy of the neighborhood. They throw the best parties.
On the surface it looks like the American dream.
If you look closer you notice that the happy couple don't smile at each other. They don't touch. They barely speak to each other. Then you find out that their kids aren't perfect either. One is a dropout and the another has a felony arrest. Oops. Those kids hate their parents.
I'll take my imperfect family. We fight. We slam doors. We drive old cars. Ill take the hard times along with the good.
We look at each other with love. We know how to forgive. The pronouns we and us are more common than I, me and my. our house is messy but it is filled with love.