Monday, March 22, 2010

Love.

It has been seven months now since I left the states, and although homesickness hasn't been an issue, I am missing the people that I love that are still at home.
I couldn't ask for a better family.
My mom is awesome. I am lucky enough to have a mom that's not only a great mother figure but one who is also one of my best friends. Its impossible to spend time with her without cracking up, but she is also the person to go to when you feel your world crumbling under life's pressures. So maybe she cant bake the best cookies in the world, but she can sure cook the hell out of meatballs and serve it up with a bottle of wine when you're refrigerator and bank account hit empty at home. She is always trying her best to make things possible for my sister and I even if we don't deserve it.

My Dad is one of the best people I know. He is the dad that helps with homework, the one who coaches your sports teams, the one who teaches you important life lessons like how to change your oil and fix a leak in your bathroom, the one who buys you a Beatles album and a guitar for your 13th birthday and the one who takes you to sushi when all you have had to eat for a month is potatoes. He is so open-minded about life I always feel comfortable talking to him about politics, religion and life choices without feeling disdained. He can sure rock out on the guitar and outrun most 20 year olds. I can count on chocolates and flowers every year on Valentine's day, the day that single women hate, and a letter every week from him to brighten my day. He is the kind of person that never thinks about himself and does amazing things when people aren't watching. He's a goofball half of the time and some sort of philosophical genius the other half.

I couldn't ask for a better sister either. Sure, we fought like animals when we were younger, all sisters do. But we have really grown to like each other in our adulthood. She seems to be the person I call when I am freaking out about one thing or another, she has a way of calming me down. Shes the kind of person that can really make you laugh when its time to have fun but can also put on a serious face if someone messes with her family. (I mean, she hosed our neighbor down when he started criticizing our dad, how rad is that?) She's stong willed and proud of it. She is the last person to let someone talk down to her and the first person to stand up for what is right.



Kelsie Brooks isn't technically part of my family but someone I consider as part of it anyways. Blame basketball in the 3rd grade for linking us at the hip. We have been inseperable since then. She is really my other half and I dont know what I would do without her. I cant think of anyone with a better heart and intentions than hers. She is the only person I can go a month without talking to and still know that she is my best friend. She and I are different in so many ways its incredible, but we somehow manage to fit together like puzzle pieces. She has this way of being the best at everything she does, whether it be sports, school, or whatever else. She inspires me all the time to be a better person. She is coming to Europe in June and I cant wait to see her face.

1 comment:

  1. Awwww... this is soooo cute! But don't mess with me, you never know when I might chase you off the driveway with a hose!!! LMAO!!!

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