Family Ramblings

I don't often get to go home during the semester. It's sometimes really hard, I'm only four hours away but I only see my family once every four months. 

I was able to head down for Lindsay's farewell. (She'll be serving a mission in the New York, New York North mission, Spanish Speaking!) I realized how much my family means to me. My sisters range from age 30 to 17, there are five of us. When we were younger we didn't often get along. (Nikki and I would often fight. She threw a garbage can at my head once... and a skate. needless to say, we didn't get a long.)

Now, is quiet a different story. I love my sisters. They are honestly my best friends. I love that I cannot see them for four months and pick up where we left off the moment I see them. I love being one of the 'Kindlespire Girls'

I love calling them, or getting phones calls and talking forever about nothing. I also love calling in the middle of the night and freaking out about something insignificant. 

I love that Mom is always there to talk, she gives the best hugs, plays the piano like an angel, makes the best desserts you have EVER tasted, she has fantastic taste in movies and is telling me about some classic to watch. I'm so grateful that she educated me in music, art, and poetry and has shared her passion for everything beautiful. 

My father is the funniest guy you'll ever meet! (Don't tell him I said that, we try not to encourage him) He always knows exactly what to say (although often times I think he ends up listening more than giving advice. He's also really good at saying: "That's really cute." or "Darling.") I'm also grateful for the little lessons he taught me, whether it be working hard or saying prayers.

My family is the best. They were meant for me, I know that when we are finally altogether in two and a half years (Lindsay leaves on a mission this month and I'll over lap her by about 6 months.) it'll be like we never parted. I am so grateful for the knowledge that families are forever.

P.S. David is pretty awesome too. Sometimes we text until midnight (Mom, if you're reading this... I'm speaking figuratively.... not literally.)