Confused in Prayer

Well, I was staying the weekend with the Simmons. That was the bestest ever. I never had to worry about anything. They treated me so well. I love them being my other family. I can go to them about anything. And then I can just pretty much slip in. It feels like, it's just so comfortable. Words can't describe. Honest. I loved every minute of it there. Dad was like, "I'm surprised you didn't have any pictures of Owen." And I didn't. Cos I didn't need to. I was there with Nia and Naomi. That's what I wanted. That's just how I like it. It was awesome, especially our excellent adventure. Anyhow, I must go on to tell you. Last night just rocked. True Love Waits. Yes, it was awesome. And then on the ride home, UW was talking all funny to me. And when we got there, I showered, and low and behold, there is Winz and Owen bumbling up the stairs like two fools and I was just completely awestruck for a moment. It was funny. But yeah. And to make matters a bit more interesting, check this:
I was laying in the bed downstairs squished between my two little "sisters." One was trying to actually sleep and the other was just being a goofball. I was "texting" her everything. Which was fun. And I ended up praying about the whole Owen thing. Afterwards, I just felt a peace. I don't ever want to lose this family. Never ever. And I was praying about that. I'm not really sure if that was a peace in knowing that this family will always be mine, or it will be a real part of me through marrying the poor guy, but that's what it was. A peace, nonetheless. And I felt wonderful. Ok, dinner time friends.