Day 2: Thankful For... FAMILY.

So as a Facebook user, I've been reminded that each day of November represents a separate thing or two for which we're all thankful.

I figured I'd compensate for my not doing it yesterday and for also probably not repeating sequence tomorrow or the day after.

That being said....

I am especially thankful for my family. There are so many reasons I could list here for why I feel so blessed to have them, but for the sake of brevity, I'll just say that I love them, and that they are absolutely incredible. Now, saying that, I know that family is a very broad term, so I'm sticking to my most immediate family, just for today. Mom. Dad. Sister. 



entertrainment junction | cincinnati | 2010
heidi. dad. jonathan. corin. sydni. mom [missing joe]

I'll start with the women in my immediate family. For those of you who are looking at that picture, or who just don't know.... yes, I'm adopted. Let that lay to rest any questions about the *ahem, varied appearance of myself vs. the other ladies. 

mama & her daughters.

My mom is probably one of the kindest, most generous women I've ever met. Add to that her unbeatable charisma [honestly, I will not be surprised in the least if the woman outlives me; she's that incredible], her culinary genius, and her passion for just embracing life as it comes, and you've got a force with which I don't think anyone could or should reckon. Mom. I love you.

And then there's my sister. My sister, the adopted Dutch girl who is half a foot taller than me with gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes, but all the while a pretty close reflection of my personality. She's the first person I go to when I need a true reality check [it's often, just fyi], and I know that I'll get it in a way that speaks perfectly to me and what I'm handling. She's random, spontaneous and hippy just like me, and I love her to the moon and back.



dad... i. love. you.

And then there's my dad. My poor dad, who endured a house full of women for years and managed to keep his cool :). Haha. He's fooled many who assume he had prior military experience [flat feet = no go :( .. ]; he carries himself with a confidence and a sense of dignity that I could only hope to exude someday. My dad worked himself to the point of exhaustion when it came to providing for his family, and for that I will forever be grateful. I love you, Dad. Thank you for everything.

 

I'm blessed.

SO blessed.

 

xo | cmd