I have a wonderful family. A weird family, but a wonderful one, none the less. I mean, without the weird, what would I have?? Its like trying to picture Santa Claus without his red hat, red suit, sleigh, etc. Pretty weird right?? But even more so, hard to picture.
Along with this wonderful family, I have a very big family. Seriously. I have a huge family. On family shindigs, we have to reserve a big party reservation & pay that stupid automatically-added-18%-gratuity-thing... But anywayZ, this is just my "technically-not-immediate-but-they-are-family". It's chaos, but after its all done & over with, we spew our guts out laughing.
Most people define family as those who are related by blood or marriage, and while that's the traditional & dictionary definition of family, I disagree. I say that a family are those who would be there in the drop of a hat, bail you out of the crud you put yourself in, help you through the trouble you inevitably find, & beat the crud out of you & beat sense into you at the same time when you need it. It's really infinite & endless the things & lengths your family will go through for you, because they have no option- they just simply love you; and because of that love, that's all the reason they need.
That's a family.
My family is confuZZling. I have 5 siblings, and of them only 1 is "fully biologically" my sibling. I don't see that though. I don't see any of it. I don't see the last names, the different DNAness & such- I just see that we all absolutely love each other, despite our squabbles & the crap we give to each other, and I just see the fact that we'd go to the end of the earth for each other. I love them.
They're no other way to say it- I love them.
I only see that they're my brother & sisters.
My sisters are the coolest, most amaZing & wonderful sisters ever. My brother is the weirdest, but chillest brother ever.
I've gotten into many a debate/more of an argument on my side, in this area. People have told me that "she's not my sister for reals" & I have gotten into the "yeah-huh-nuh-uh" argument.
Because I know that I'd go to the end of the earth for them, and they would do the same for me. That's what a real family is.
And when someone tells me that my sibling is not my sibling, I really have to think- "Then I'm not really God's child, because I'm not a Jew."
I mean, what's the difference??
Try that on for size.
So that's my opinion of family. They keep you in line & on your toes, drive you nuts & make you want to strangle them half the time, call you names, harass you but you can't file a restraining order cuz you need to borrow their shirt, keep your secrets, laugh at your screw ups, go through the impossible to help you out of a rut, can call them at 3 am, and so so much more & most of all- infinitely, wholly, & completely love you.
