I have two loving parents who's love is unconditional. They support us kids in all that we do and believe in us, often more than we believe in ourselves.
My father is strong and tender. He gives bear hugs, messages my scalp, hold me while I cry, is endlessly patient, is a master smoothie maker, works hard, and is the righteous leader of our home.
My mother has given her entire life to my father, me and my siblings. She is selfless and has sacrificed a great deal in order to always be there for our family. There is no doubt in any of our minds where my mother's priorities lie. She makes funny jokes, sends sweet texts, watches Twilight in the theatre and doesn't laugh (I told her to be serious despite the corniness), has long girl talks and buys me Lucky Charms when I come home. She is my best friend.
My four brothers are the best and mean the world to me. They are strong, funny, intelligent, well versed in politics, athletic, protective and all around studs.
I am so grateful for family. I know that I am very blessed to come from a solid family, especially in a world where the family unit is deteriorating rapidly.
I hope to one day raise my own family. My mother hopes that for each of us kids too as she would love to have grandchildren, a hope which she does not try to hide. When I am a mother I hope that I can embody many of the attributes that I so admire and love in my own parents.
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