My family has been an amazingly HUGE influence in my life. A lot of teenagers don’t want to hang around their family… ever… However, I love to be with my family. My mom is crazy, but way fun! My dad is a good advocate in whatever my brother and I do. My little brother has been my friend since we were little and would make ant houses out of Legos (it’s true! we did that). My half siblings are amazing too! My older brother just returned from an LDS mission in Texas, and what an example he has been to all of us. My sister is wonderful too! She has a great personality that makes her the sweetest person alive! She also has a hubby and two cute, cuter than life, little boys! It’s always fun to hang out with them.
But it's not just my immediate family that I love. I have a very close extended family on my mother's side of the family. As I have already mentioned, my mother is crazy, and she gets that from her side of the family. I love the wacky relations that I have. All my uncles are wacky, and all of my aunts are amazingly talented: one is a great seamstress another, a scrapbooker! My cousins are great friends, and our relationships have grown a lot since we were little.
Then, above all of these I have someone who is so dear to my heart! He is currently 91 years old and is the sweetest person I know… My great grandfather is my biggest hero in the world. I couldn’t always say that because when I was littler I never realized the importance of actually being acquainted with him. But as I grew older I realized that I was so blessed! I have heard him tell stories of his life with my great grandma (who has recently passed away) and experiences he has had. How amazing it is to know that this bent figure held high jump records at one point in his life.
My grandfather is a very large man… quite the opposite of my great grandmother who was only about 5 foot… but the bigger he is the more love he has for the family. I’m unsure of my grandfather’s height, but I know that he was tall (why I didn't inherit that trait, I don't know). He was a strong man too. However, my great grandfather is a sweetie! Every time I go home, I have to visit him just so I can give this man a hug. There’s no better feeling in the entire world than hugging a 91 year old, giant man that tells you he loves you. I also have a confession… I have held hands with only one man in my life… and he just happens to be this 91 year old grandfather of mine. How hard the death of my great grandmother must be for him still- my only wish for him now is that he will find comfort in his other family relationships until he is reunited with his love again.
