Family is the Greatest Gift

I'll keep this one short and sweet, because the sentiment of today's post is all about enjoying time with those you love, and that's exactly what I intend to do, very soon...

Because I'm one of those fortunate few, who come alive around family.

They truly are the very best of me.

My family are a unique source of unwavering happiness, comfort, laughter and support, no matter where I am or what I'm doing. They're always there for me, they ask no questions and they need no explanation.

I come from a big family. I'm one of six siblings, and we're all close. I'm fortunate that I share lots of different things in common with each of my siblings, but there's many things we all enjoy together. Specifically... Being outdoors, travelling, good food, a drink or two, and of course, playing games.

I've recently realised that there are so many things I could happily live without. But my family? They're my most treasured thing, and I'm so endlessly proud to be part of them.

Don't get me wrong, they're not perfect. Nobody is.

But my family makes me feel like a better version of myself. They help me find reasons to smile, or laugh, or love myself. They listen to me moan, check in when I'm quiet, make me laugh until I can't breathe, or accompany me on the latest of whims and adventures. They know me, truly know me, and they love me all the more for it.

My family will always be the most important thing in my life. And I feel so damn proud of each and every one of them, that I had to share it with you all.

Thanks for reading, over and out.

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