Maybe it was when my brother had tears rolling down his face from laughing so hard at the story he just told about the bedtime stories he would get when he was 5.
Or maybe it was when all six kids were singing "Hi Ho" at the dinner table.
Or maybe it was when baby Daniel kicked Heather in the middle of our meal and she said "The baby just kicked me so hard in the ribs. Rude."
Or maybe it was when Stephen killed me and I killed Loline and Mom just got killed all during one verse of "Love at Home" slash a silent game of Mafia.
But today I realized how truly blessed I was to have the family I do.
Because guys. They're hysterical.
And they're all mine.
xoxo, a lucky girl.
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