First, a word or two about my family...
I think that the only people that I can truly be myself around is my family. They know me better than anyone. They know the goofy Meg, the serious Meg, the rude and annoying Meg, and they love me anyway! The thing that I hate the most in the world is to see my family members hurting... There are few things that break my heart as much as that. I try to make them all laugh whenever I'm around, that's my job in the family... don't we all have jobs in the family like that?
My parents did a good job raising us. They sacrificed so much so that we could grow up to be well rounded, balanced individuals. I think that I am just starting to fully realize how much they really did sacrifice now that I'm an adult and a parent myself. I find that I am a lot like my mom... (am I really saying this??) I think that most of my craftiness comes from her. She is really good at celebrating the holidays, she still sends me little packages of cookies in the mail for holidays and birthdays. I need to follow that example better. My dad is the goof ball/playful one. Last night I was giving Tru his first "horsie ride" (Trent was the spotter) and I remembered countless times of riding through the house on my dad's back. I'm so thankful for all of them.
Trent's family is the type that would give you the shirt off their back if you needed it, whether they needed it or not. They are so giving and kind. When our car died a year ago (our only car...) Trent's dad didn't even hesitate to let us borrow his truck. I know that he had to sacrifice so that we could have a car to drive for the four months that our car was in the shop (it needed a new engine). I'm very grateful for him, and the kind example that he is to me of a loving father.
I could go on for days about my two families, but I think that I'll stop here. I'm soooo completely THANKFUL!!!!! for these people. They make my life so full and make me feel important and loved. Thank you family!
3 comments:
It sounds like you have a great family. I love these posts.
You broke your arm having a horsie ride on Dad's back. I think you didn't believe that gravity applied to you and you wouldn't hold on. I guess you did get back on the "horse" and I'm glad you had fun. You were only 20 months old when you did that, so you probably remember later times.
Giddyup!
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