MY FAMILY...MY ROCK ...MY LIFE

Sorry about the length….my family is very important to me…

I believe that my family has had an enormous impact on who I am today. When I was in grade school my parents got divorced. I remember being really upset but now I look back and I am sooooo grateful. My parents are both absolutely wonderful people and I could not ask for better parents but if you get them together both of them show their worst sides. It is also great because even though they were divorced we all still lived in the same small town.

My father owns his own business and is a very hard worker. He has always made sure that me and my sister have had everything we wanted (everything that we wanted that was logical) He is very loving and caring and my boyfriend often laughs because my father and I have a race to see who can say “I love you more” last when we get off the phone. He is the type of father who bought me a washer and dryer so I would not have to use a public laundry services because”they are too dangerous.” He also has everything I could possibly need in the trunk of my car in case of trouble. But sometimes I get frustrated with him because he has a habit of repeating himself ten times because he wants to make sure you remember whatever he is saying.

My mom has always been the one that has disciplined me and my sister because me and my sister lived with her. She works in payroll and has an amazing work ethic. It’s funny to look back now at all the fights we had when I was growing up because as I have gotten older I have realized how right my mom was during many of them. I look to her for guidance now and out of everyone in my life I hate disappointing her the most. She never tells us what to do but if we ask her advice she will point us in the right direction and let us do our own thing. I have a great respect for her.

My sister used to hate me. I mean literally hate me. I have a memory of us playing. She was holding me and swinging me around and she just let go. She admits she did it on purpose because she felt guilty when I was lying on my back crying. She thought she had broken my back or something. She is older than me and my only sibling and things have changed between us. We are extremely close and we feel comfortable telling each other anything. She is one of the few people I know that if I tell her something it stays between us.

She has three hansom boys and they are without a doubt the most important people to me. Now that I have moved away to college it is soooo hard to be away from them. My heart literally hurts when I can’t see them laugh and play. Ethan is four and some of the things he says sometimes are hilarious. He cries over every little thing sometimes but others he is as sweet as can be. He likes me to tell him that I don’t want any hugs and kisses that way he can run over and give them to me while I pretend like I want him to stop.

Wyatt and hunter are about 19 months old. Wyatt is the sweet one of the three (most of the time) and tries to talk continuously. No one can understand what he says but he just keeps on. We call him Jabberwocky. Hunter is selfish and has to get his way at all times. If he doesn’t or if someone says no to him he lowers his head, pokes out his lip, and looks at you through the corner of his eye to make sure your feeling sorry for him. A good example of Wyatt’s and Hunter’s differences is that one day my mom was eating cereal, Hunter came over to eat with her but when Wyatt came Hunter went and laid in the floor and cried cause he didn’t want to share. Wyatt didn’t understand what was wrong so he went and rubbed his brother’s belly to make him feel better.

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