I have said it before and I will say it again. I love my family. Even when we get stressed or angry. But when I grow up some of my fondest memories will be these.
Building the marble run with Geoffrey.
Playing family games.
Doing animal wrestling tournaments with Geoffrey.
Talking in the middle of the night with Brenna when neither of us can sleep.
Wrestling with Kebrom and Atsede
Shopping with Mom
Watching Husky basketball with Dad
Hiking as a family.
Waking up at midnight hungry, going into the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal and find Dad already there.
Long drives to Washington when we have good music or podcasts.
And so many more. I have been blessed with a wonderful family. And honestly, I kind of feel sorry for those who are not a part of my family. But I guess everyone feels that way about there one family.
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