I’ve been told more than once that I’m shockingly normal. Not because I have three heads or a third eye or a tail, but because my dad wrote books about strong, godly families and people are curious to see how his strong, godly daughter turned out. I tease my husband that my childhood dreams of becoming a world-renowned author would come true the minute I committed to a tell-all book. What was it like growing up in the “perfect homeschool family.” How holy am I as a result of it? The answer is, I grew up in a wonderful, imperfect…