Speaking of family, I get to visit Portland next week and stay with my brothers! I've been talking about going down there for years, ever since David moved, and it's finally happening. We bought the plane tickets yesterday, I got time off work, and I'm starting to pack. It's going to be amazing to spend some time with the boys-- we hardly ever get to be together anymore. I see them in tiny pockets of time when they're down here, but of course my life doesn't get to go on break to spend more time with them. There's still always work or school or responsibilities. But for 5 blissful days, I get to be 100% relaxed and free!
I didn't realize how close I am to my family until recently. I used to figure that everyone texted their parents every day and skyped their siblings whenever possible. I thought that everyone still held their dad's hand in the grocery store (this is embarrassing to me as an almost-20-something, but what can I say? He's great at hand holding!) Thinking back, we've always been this way. Obviously there were squabbles, and indeed massive blow-up fights, but it always kind of took the backseat when things got serious. While I love my friends, and I love being independent and young or whatever, I think that my family will always come first. They know me better than anyone else in the world, and they know all the crap I've pulled, and they still love me. That's pretty neat.
I was looking through a few old photos and found these gems. The oldest brother is Kylan, the middle is David, and the only girl is me, and then of course there's mom and dad.
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| Mom is holding me (I appear to be squirming), then next to me is David, and then Kylan. They're holding their brand-new rubberband guns, which they tormented me with for years to come. |
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| Kylan, Me, and David in front of Yellowstone's famous "Old Faithful" |
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| Same trip, with Dad standing next to his Kiddos. |
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