Family

I love the concept of family. I love my family. I love the fact that our relationships can continue in perpetuity and eternally if I do what I should. I have an example to set and I am working on that. Family is cool. Granted, you can't choose your family (I actually think we can and did, yes, even knowing all that would happen) but you can choose to love your family, accept us for who we are, help us get better and overlook my innumerable idiosyncracies. I like that fact that we have someone who is always there for us. Where will our friends go? They leave and change but our family is the one constant, north star, in our lives. Who else would put up with the crap we dump on them on our lousy days? Who else knows what to say when our dreams have crashed around us? Who else can give us a hug and an, "I love you" when we need it most, and MEAN it? Family is cool. My family is the best. I would choose everyone again. Are we perfect? Heck no! Do we love each other? Unconditionally! Do we get on each other's nerves? Absolutely! Who know us better and which strings to pull and buttons to push? Do we support each other and are we happy, truly happy, when we succeed? No doubt about it (sounds really cool if you say that with a canadian accent, eh!) I love the fact that my kids, my wife, my grandkids love this gelatinous, jiggly, bald, lousy joke telling, sarcastic, loving, caring, comfortable with my feminine side (you know what I mean... (yes, I wear pastels and argyles and give advice on clothes and decorating the house)), excitable, concerned about my family, wanting the best for them person that I am. I appreciate what you do and are in my life. I love family and MY family most of all.