Forgot

I forgot to mention how Justin always has a knife handy when you need one. And it always seems as though you're gonna need a knife if Justin's around. Weird.

From Roommates to Reminiscing

You know, I never thought I'd say this when we were slamming doors, but I miss having roommates. I miss having somebody else in the house to pester when I'm bored; only it's more than that I suppose, I miss the sense of knowing that someone else is just down the hall when I need them. Even if they don't want to talk to me at the moment, they're there, you know?

I've learned these past couple of months that an honest person ticked off at you and completely aware of all the stupid things you have done and will do, but who will love you tomorrow regardless and knows they will, is worth so much. I'm lucky to have a family and a few friends like that. If we're mad, oh we're mad, but it's a secure kind of mad. We know that in a few days, when we apologize and both realize we're idiots to some degree, we'll still be family and we'll still love each other.

There are those family traditions you know will never die until the people they revolve around die. Like Christmas tree hunting. Or booger juice on birthdays. Or larger than necessary campfires.

There are the quirks and ways of doing things that you'll always remember and they become part of your identity, turn into a 'we do this' instead of a 'they do this'. Like how Dad eats Glosette raisins out of the box. Or how Mom puts each new school picture on top of the old one until there's a twelve or thirteen year record of cute or not so cute school pictures all lined up to rediscover every time a new picture comes in. Or how Mitchell rubs up against the carpeted wall to scratch his back. How Jen waves her arms around when she's mad. And how Robyn's voice takes on that certain tone when she's going to ask for something she probably won't get.

I am so blessed.