Family
I absolutely love everything about my family. I love that my dad is the greatest man I’ve ever known and he made me believe that I don’t need attention from boys to feel loved. That he is 100% unselfish with everything that he does whether it be with his time or his money. He taught me that loving people means more than any possession you could ever own and ultimately ever want. I know exactly what song I’m going to dance with him at my wedding. Mostly, I know that he’s the Earthly father that understands he could never love me as much as my Heavenly one and that is the way it should be. My mother is the greatest mom anyone could ask for. I can talk to her about anything but she’s still my mom. She gives up so much of her time to other people rather than focus on herself because it’s what she loves. Yeah, we fight and it’s not a perfect relationship, but it’s not supposed to be. Along with them, my siblings are crazy at times (the younger ones) and completely overbearing at others, but it’s the imperfections that I appreciate the most. I love that this weekend my entire family (both blood related and not) came together and put hours into a special moment for just one of our family members. I loved seeing that no matter what, we are able to work together for something that will ultimately make another appreciate what she’s got. This weekend, I learned that people don’t need a lot to make them happy, just the love that they have for those around them. I learned that family extends beyond blood-lines because of what one feels in their hearts. I know I’m being all serious in this post, but it’s just how strongly I feel about the people in my life. I don’t take any of this for granted. God has blessed me with wonderful people everywhere I go and His sacrifice is ultimately why this is possible. I can’t explain it more then I already have tried to do. It’s simple. I love. Period.
Grandma
