Yesterday was my birthday.
Twenty-eight years of things to be thankful for.
I got to spend that weekend with my sister's family
and my good friend Laura who I road-tripped up to Oklahoma with for a day.
If you haven't learned this already,
I come from a large family. Five girls. One boy.
And almost every day it is revealed to me what a gift, my family is,
how each one of my siblings contribute something to my life,
encourage me in a way I need it most.
All of my older siblings are married with beautiful families.
I have much to learn from each of them.
And you know, as much as we are growing up
and our once 6-kid-blended-family, in all of it's imperfections,
shows me this truth:
we are a family.
The Man above chose each one of them to be my siblings
To show me love when I need it most
To remind me there's girls that like to bake as much as I do,
have memories of throwing babydolls up in blankets,
painting the walls and floors of our house with finger paint
and no matter what we believe, no matter where we are on this globe
Through chaos as it swirls,
It's us against the world....