Family. These people that I grew up with. These people that know how I sucked my thumb (and maybe still do on a really hard day). These people that saw my first love, lived through my first heart break, and even comforted me for my first traffic ticket. We have spent crazy amounts of time in a station wagon and a maroon van driving to Iowa, Door County, and Up North. We have worn our bell bottomed flowered pants together and even a tube top or two. (What were we thinking?)
And these people who have known me from birth, have loved me and my sweet little bowl cut Dorothy Hamill (seriously, look at me here…I am the little one) from the very beginning and I would do anything to keep them safe. I would fight for them…for their hearts, for their souls, for this thing called family.
Loyalty runs deep. It is built in the hard times and the sweet times. And when you have this love that you would fight for, you want to pass that on. Oh, may I pass this on to my children. May I give of myself like my parents have sacrificed much for us, their three kids. And like them, let me give a love that so shows God’s love that my kids cannot help but want to fight for that love and for each other.
What is a favorite memory that you have from growing up?
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