Familia

My family makes me happier than almost anything else. They take up a majority of my life.

They're crazy! We all know it. My parents decided when I was 8 or so to become Foster Parents. Our family was already pretty big by normal people standards. Everyone thinks that 5 girls is plenty. Everyone that is except my parents. Over the course of 9 years I have gained 8 little brothers and sisters. I love them all so much. I love what they have taught me. I have learned how to do so many things, and how to deal with almost every emotional problem imaginable. Being the 4th of 13 children I babysat a lot. Even more as I was the oldest at home for over 2 years. Sometimes I resented it, I feel like I have had my fill of babysitting forever, but never could I resent them. I love my adopted siblings so much! They make me smile when I just think about them. I love when I call home and they clamor around Mom to talk to me on the phone. There is nothing like going home and having them jump on you and hug you.

Of course I love my biological sisters too. I love living near my wonderful older sisters Rebekah and Hannah. I love being able to get to know my gorgeous nephew Bronson. And Hannah is one of my favorite people to spend time with. She is hilarious and you are never exactly sure which of wide range of emotions/voices you are going to get. I miss my oldest sister Sarah who is attending law school at Creighton. I'm also quite jealous of her as she is only around 5 1/2 hours away from home. One of the things I wish most is that I could be one of those people who are able to go home weekends once in a while.

My parents are some of the best people I know. My mom is... Well I don't even know how to explain my Mom. To start, people are scared of her. Something that I understand, yet at the same time it completely confuses me. She is one of the nicest, funniest people I know. Sometimes she gets on my nerves, which I suppose is normal. But I also find myself wanting to tell her everything that is happening in my life. Whenever something remotely important happens she is the first person I call. My Dad is kind of a different story. I almost never call him. But not for the reasons you would assume. I miss him so much that every time I talk to him on the phone I cry afterward. He is one of the kindest people I have ever known. He always can make me feel better about anything. He is the reason that I have such a random spread of interests. He always encouraged me to learn about and/or pursue anything that I was interested in. I miss both of my parents so much, in fact I just miss all of my family.