I’ve sat here and stared at these words with so many things running through my mind. But what do I feel the most strongly about?
Family.
We go through our trials and tribulations together. Every Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthday, graduation, we have all been together. That’s my favorite time, all of us together as a family. We can shoot the shit together, laugh about stupid stuff and every once it awhile, it takes a serious note. Those serious times are some of the best, mostly because I’m used to my family yelling at one another. Not because they’re mad, just because they have to talk over each other. It’s normal for them.
And not all family has to be blood related. Take my older sister for instance, she’s been in the family for over 10 years and she’s my family now.We’ve lived together, we gave each other advice and shared our ups and downs together. We give each other crap and tease each other like normal sisters do. I love you sis.
I love my family. They get on my nerves. We’re there for each other. Maybe not all time time, but if someone desperately needed something, we’d all be there, supporting them. Then they get on my nerves some more and we love each other anyway.
Family is disfunctional, there’s no denying it. But as long as there is love, it’s doesn’t matter. We all have our flaws, whatever they may be, but we’re accepting of who they are.
