Family

Many of them I don't see more than once or twice a year. And when we're together it's controlled mass chaos. One aunt that can't stop taking pictures. Another that can't stop managing the situations. An uncle that can't say a serious statement to safe his life, and a father that walks around with a screwdriver and duct tape fixing things. The same questions asked a thousand times and a dozen opinions in a conversation with half as many people. It's difficult for us to know one another beyond one weekend each summer, rarely being able to just hanging out, get to know one another's moods and quirky traits. My other families may know me better. But, for some reason, we love one another unconditionally. We yell. We laugh. We listen. We argue. We play. We cook. We eat. And we eat some more. We drive each other nuts, and we marvel at the energy of all of us in one house.

There are so many of us, each completely unique. And as a group, we are ever-growing, shifting, changing, surprising, consistent. We are family.