I am grateful for my family. Not just my little family that all look like my husband and live with me in this little house (although I am always very most grateful for them.) But for my family that grew up with husband and I in our childhood homes. I am grateful for the values we learned there. I am grateful for the deep constant and consuming love we have for one another.
Sometimes that bond between siblings and parents isn't strong. I am grateful ours is. I love my family so much, and what more, I know every single member of my family (all the additional 9 of them) feels the exact same way. I love Brandon's family so much, as I know he does, and, believe it or not, I know they love us almost as much.
What a blessing to grow up in families that realizes what a blessing family is.
What a blessing to have parents who love each other and who show that love and respect to their children. Who teach the gospel by both word and deed. What a blessing to have a family rooted in service and love. You can't be much more blessed. And to think both Brandon and I grew up in such homes boggles my mind.
SO MANY BLESSINGS for two little people.
Sometimes that bond between siblings and parents isn't strong. I am grateful ours is. I love my family so much, and what more, I know every single member of my family (all the additional 9 of them) feels the exact same way. I love Brandon's family so much, as I know he does, and, believe it or not, I know they love us almost as much.
What a blessing to grow up in families that realizes what a blessing family is.
What a blessing to have parents who love each other and who show that love and respect to their children. Who teach the gospel by both word and deed. What a blessing to have a family rooted in service and love. You can't be much more blessed. And to think both Brandon and I grew up in such homes boggles my mind.
SO MANY BLESSINGS for two little people.
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