When I talk with my friends and I get asked to help with a move or to do some other task I am always surprised that their families aren't there helping. I mean my two brothers and my Dad basically moved my whole apartment by themselves. I did have friends show up to help but I didn't want them to see my old place so I only had them show up to help unload. My boys (brothers and my dad) are helping me fix my car this weekend.
Some of my best times and best memories have been hanging out with my family on a Saturday night just talking. My family loves me for who I am and only wants the best for me. I can hope that I will always remember that and take their future advice to heart.
Mom, Dad, Mark, Eric and Samantha thank you so much for supporting me, loving me, putting up with me, and letting me be me. I love you.
