Remember back in the day? Like back in Junior High when you're full of pre-teen angst? Remember?
Remember how much you thought your life sucked? How hard it is? And how much your family sucks?
Why couldn't your parents be rich? Wouldn't it be cool if they let you stay out until the wee hours of the morning? Could your brother be any more annoying? Why can't they be cool?
WARNING: MAJOR CHEESE AHEAD
I don't know if it's just because I'm getting old, or what, but I'm more and more satisfied with my family each year.
Of course, the older I get, the more people I meet and I've heard plenty of family horror stories. I've seen families stop speaking to each other; watched them fall apart for stupid reasons.
For the most part, my family isn't that way. We actually talk to each other. We take an interest in what's going on in everyone's lives. We all get together for the holidays and it's like we've never been apart.
And the laughter. Man, do we know how to laugh!
Sure, we may be poor-ass Midwestern hillbillies and probably just as screwed up as every other family out there (except for me. I'm perfect!), but to me we seem normal and as happy as you're gonna get.
I know it's easy to say and it tops everyone's Thanksgiving gratitude lists, but I truly am thankful for my family and the unconditional love and forgiveness therein.
Oh except for Mitch and Bret. I'm mad at them. They went and saw the new Harry Potter without me!