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 I miss the cradle of family, I miss the comfort of home, I miss the way that I used to be more than I have missed being alone

As cliche as it may be, there is nothing in the world I am more thankful for than my family. I might not have the big family some people have (I’m an only child, womp) but I’m super close to my cousins, and my mom has been my best friend for years. Even my relationship with my dad is getting better – something that I struggle with accepting, if I’m being totally honest.

I’m also lucky enough to have three of my grandparents still, and I’m not sure what I would do without them. They’re always a phone call away, and I know they’d do anything for me if I just asked.
It’s no secret that my cousin NP has been a de facto sister to me for years – from sleepless Black Friday trips, to half-marathons in Anaheim, to my first Siesta sunset this year, she’s been there for me through so much. I’ve been working on turning her kids into little mini-mes (to some success!) Thanksgiving has gotten a bit tougher over the years, but we’re always there to help each other through the hard parts.

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I don’t think I’m unique in feeling that my family is one of the most important things in my life, but when I count my blessings, those fools are always at the top of the list.