Where I Come From

I stumbled upon Jenni’s Blogtember and am jumping on the opportunity to have someone else plan the topics of my blog for a month.  It might mean that you get a daily double time and time again this month, but you don’t mind, do you?

Here we are at Day One:  Where I Come From.

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I come from the most loving, supportive family you can possibly imagine.

I have parents that have allowed me to make my own decisions (even when they don’t necessarily agree with them!) and have let me find my own direction.  As I get older, I’ve become more and more grateful for this.

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I come from a highly emotional family.  Happy, sad, angry – they’re all extreme.  We tell each other exactly what we think and that has led to some major blow ups.  But, on the flip-side of that, we love each other as intensely as we fight with each other.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I’m lucky to say that I have 2 parents that remain married to this day.  They’ve shown me what marriage is and while it isn’t always rainbows and butterflies, mutual respect and love can you see you through.

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I have a papa that has spent time as a rodeo man, Harley dude, sailor, iron worker, and business man.  I love his adventuresome spirit and his thoughtful, kind words that always seem to come at the perfect time.  Despite the fact he worked really hard (and a lot of hours!) he always made time to coach basketball, come to dance recitals, tennis matches, and football games to watch his little girls.

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I think the relationship I have with my mom is a unique one.  She remains the first person I call when I just need someone on the other end of the line.  She is a fierce mama bear, but never once stepped in unless I asked her to.  She stayed at home with me as a kid and I hope someday I can do the same for my own.  She gives tough love, but I think it’s the best love.

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I have a sister that I can truly call my best friend.  Sure, she isn’t always the best at keeping in touch and I bitch hardcore sometimes about it, but at the end of the day she has always been there for me when I’ve needed her most.  Always.  I’m sure I have a trait or two that drive her insane, too.

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I have a grandmother that I’m incredibly close with.  Honestly, after my parents moved away I really, really leaned on her for emotional support.  I love my grandma Faye more than I could possibly say.

I come from a life far from perfection, but one that I’m grateful for every day.

*photo credit: Parish Photography, San Antonino, Texas

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