That is us...every last one of us. When I look at this picture it gives me this sense of comfort that is super hard to describe. I feel so extremely lucky knowing that I have this many people behind me. I have a family the size of a small village and every single one of them would drop everything at any moment to help one another. Sure...we can be crazy:We love to dance and sing at the top of our lungs. We love to joke and laugh and give each other a hard time. We love to act like idiots, we love singing Meatloaf and Hank Williams Jr. We love being a family and my grandparents love watching us do all of these things:
I would like to think they are proud of the family they have created because I am sure VERY proud to be apart of it. I cannot imagine my life any other way and thank God every day for this crazy family I am apart of. Onlookers might think so many people is intimidating, but when this is all you know, you don't even think twice about shoving 40 plus people into a small living room for Christmas to watch everyone open gifts...it's loud, it's crazy but it is my life and my family and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Life may change us, but we start and end with family. As much as I love my extended family, the ones that really know my every move, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my favorite foods are the people below...and I love them more than words can describe.