This will be a relatively short and emotion filled, soggy as a damp tea
dunked biscuit post. Guys …I love my
family. I know you’re thinking duh! Of course you do but you don’t get it …
I have taken a
look back in time and there is one thing that is largely consistently my family…
we have lost a few good soldiers on our way of course but… we have managed to
dust ourselves up as we go. Chanting optimistic war-cries!
Drinking to our fill, glasses half full of
empathy, sacrifice and the type of love God Himself created. Agape.
Not all are
blessed with that amount of love and companionship BUT we all have some kind of
family… The most important aspect is NOT to take for granted the actions and
emotions experienced by those that give a damn about you.
It is always
tempting to go trampling over their opinions, advice and smothering.
These people
will NOT always be around.
I would take a
bullet for them … YES I would! (Only if the situation demanded it OBVIOUSLY! )
Spent a little
time…show you love and appreciate them because being YOUR family is free. I myself
am on the road to recovery, working on treating them better and saying I Love You
more often. You can come along too there’s enough room for the both of us ;-) .
