I’ll start with my mom. Anyone who knows my mother knows how strange she is. Strange is a HUGE compliment. I sometimes wonder how I got so lucky to outswim millions of other sperm on our quest for her womb. I rock. She rocks for not using protection that day.
My sisters are both perfect in their own ways. Lin is the yin to my yang. Or the yang to my yin. She is nothing like me. We are like two peas in two different pods on two different planets. But…we are both peas. And I’m thankful she is my big sister. So thankful for her bounds of positive energy that counterbalance my lack thereof.
Murphy is somehow a lot like me…which is odd since I am a lot like my mother. My mother is not the mother of Murphy, which means our similarities couldn’t have derived biologically. We don’t come by our similarities paternally, so what gives?
Either way, I am incredibly thankful that I was given the mother I was given, the sisters I was given, the children I was given, the husband I chose, the job I chose, the friends I chose, and the ability to recognize the beauty in every single person in my life.
Don’t get me wrong, they have ugly too. But that’s where life is funny. Only the lonely focus on the ugly. And I’m not lonely.
If you’re lonely, perhaps you should put on your rose colored glasses and reassess the people in your life.