I love being a member.

I have always know how much I love being a sister. The bond cannot understood by someone who does not want the bond. I have realized this week that not all siblings are like mine. Yeah we kick the shit out of each other alot, but we truly love each other. I have so much in common with Brittany, of course, Holland, and Morgan. And yet we are completely different. I am so grateful. I can say, yeah I would rather sit around watching TV, go on a bike ride, make a fort, or eat dinner with my siblings then hang out with my friends. My friends are important but nothing is quite as comforting or fun as being with "my people". No one else gets my crazy, obnoxious side like them.

Brittany is my rock, my other half. She is the left side of the brain (which ever side is more creative). My sounding board. The mirror "normal" people wish they had, you are all green with envy. The girlie half. The one who doesn't become weird and obnoxious until right when you get into bed at night. My built in spell check for my blog. The artist. My best friend. She knows all my secrets. And I love her for all those roles and I appreciate you Brit. Thank you.

Holland the instigator. The beauty and the bully. The quite, popular one. My side kick (when she is not Brit's). The fighter. The true lover. The animal whisperer. She is the one who know which buttons to push, the one that makes me cry, the one that makes me laugh till I pee, the one that makes me angry beyond belief, the one that gives the best cuddles (even if they are more like death locks). Thanks for being you little sis. You help me be me and I love you for that. I am so proud of you. I could never do what you are doing.

Morgan the sweet sensitive guy. The thinker. The imagination. The girls guy. My baby brother with the huge forehead. The cuddle bug. Mamma's boy. Dad's little man, the son he was ecstatic to receive. The one who can play sick and get away with it. The man everyone women will want to marry. The anger management case, when I push him over the edge. The wanna be singer. Wants to play an instrument, but in till he does is totally content pretending he can. The listener. Thanks MAC for filling my life with laughter and joy. I love you, can't wait to see you grow to be ten feet tall.

I am so lucky to have these amazing human beings be apart of my journey through this thing we call life. They are my helpful and handy tour guides and maybe I am theirs as well. Thanks guys for being who you are. Because of you home is truly where the heart is and I have the best family a girl can ask for. Thanks Mom and Dad for giving me the coolest kids to be my siblings. Who else, of anyone that you know, can have a good time like we have a good time. Kids our age usually don't get along as well as we do and I am so grateful to brag about how much I love my sibs! You guys rock! Love you to the moon and back, and then around a million more times.

Lots of love to go around, Mere