#family

One of my favorite things to write about is my family.  There are two kinds of family.  This kind (the kind you design by marrying your bestfriendintheentireworld):

And the kind you grow up with.   I don't have a picture of that because frankly, my family is not that nice.  (I said frankly.)  I mean, I have four stepsisters (remarriage when I was...16?) and they are all lovely women, in their own way, and I am close to one of them.  (Well, sort of.)  She's delightful and charming but will cut you with one remark if you aren't careful.  Whatever.  I'm older now.  It doesn't matter.

But here's the thing.  My sister (biological) is one of my favorite people in the entire world.  She would probably be surprised to know that she has always been one of my favorites, though I often did not treat her well when we were growing up, or even in our 20s.  It actually took the insufferable act of another family member (I could just...) to bring us back together.

Here's us:

With my momma and sister's baby girl.  Such a great day.

Happy weekend, y'all!  Here's to being grateful for the ones we love - especially the ones that love us more in return.