i already counted my children. they are the first and best blessing i have and am grateful for but my extended family is really a blessing for me. i am grateful because:

• 1. they put up with my silliness and crazy zany behavior and love me anyway. my sister gets it when i randomly yell to her ‘noooobody expects the spanish inquisition!’ and as a matter of fact she likes it.
• 2. they support me as much as they are able with my family and my situation. i wouldn’t have a car if it wasn’t for my aunt, mom and sister.
• 3. they are loving and sharing and there to go to if i need a shoulder and they accept the same from me if they need it. when i lost my son my sister stayed with me in the hospital through the whole ordeal. she cried with me and held my hand through the hard parts and held me when i fell to pieces. she helped me grieve.

i love them. i wouldn’t trade them despite their faults and mine. sometime we have personality clashes but we get over it, say we are sorry, cry, hug and make up. how can i not think i am blessed? :D

A picture of my family (my oldest sister is Marilyn, just ask her because that is what i teasingly call her):
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~image taken from here ~