This was an easy blog topic for me to pick. I’ve been waiting to talk about my family for the longest time. My family is not only the true love of my life…but a necessity of life. There is never an extent of time where I feel like I’ve had enough of being together. I still prefer to hang out with my Mom and Dad than most of my friends. Mainly because they ARE my best friends. That may sound sad to you but it’s the greatest achievement I have so far. I recently heard from Kevin Hart that you raise your children how you want them to be raised. My parents did just this…

I remember as a girl saying Yes Sir and No Ma’am…not because it was expected of me but because it was programed. I didn’t know any different and people appreciated the politeness I had been raised with. My parents raised me to be the person they hoped I would be.. AND I grew up to be the person dreamed about being.

My Sister…

Growing up my sister and I believed ourselves to be polar opposites. She was the stunning girl at school that was just quiet enough not to be the center of attention but she NEVER went unnoticed. She has a knack for hair and makeup and puts me to shame with her gorgeous eyes on a daily basis. That’s okay though, I really don’t like too much makeup. She was everything that I wanted to be! Beautiful, skinny, popular, smart and everyone loved her for who she was. I ADORED her for who she was.

I, on the other hand, was a tomboy who loved rollerblading and hadn’t quite grown into my own skin. I liked to wear boyish clothes because it was easier to run around in and you would NEVER catch me in the color pink. I was LOUD and PROUD and just down right happy. I could make friends with just about anyone and almost never had a care in the world.

We came from the same parents…two girls. Polar opposites.

But we were the same. Polite, respectful and just downright happy!

My Dad…

Let me first preface this with telling you that I am a complete Mama’s Girl BUT I remember dying to spend any amount of time with him as I could. I’m not sure if I really liked yard work but you BETTER BELIEVE I was out there with him gardening or hanging Christmas Lights. I remember one Christmas I had gotten sick and had to stay inside and decorate the tree with Mom while Lindsay went outside to help Dad with the lights. Lets just say that both of us wished we could have switched places that day! Lindsay didn’t want to be outside and I wanted to spend time with my Dad. He is the coolest cat there is around and for some reason when we are together we are the goofiest kids on the block. He and I just have a connected brain sometimes. He and I can laugh at just about anything, especially STUPID commercials. Growing up I watched him…his strength, love, dedication and down right passion to his family. He works harder than anyone I’ve ever known and provided me a life that I am so thankful for. I can alway count on him to give me advice about my (his) Tahoe and know he’s probably going to harp on me for leaving laundry in the washer. But he’s mine…and I love him for it.

My mom…

There is only one easy way to describe who she is to me. MY ROCK…She keeps me standing and fighting for what I want. She’s my best friend and confidant. I have no filter with her…regardless the good and bad. As I said before she’s my rock, which means she also brings up the hard decisions and perspectives in life. She challenges me and makes me think about things I never would have…even if I think she is wrong (Which she probably isn’t). I put her on a pedestal and the biggest expectation I have in life is to be just like her, which I know is unattainable but I try. She’s the cool mom that everyone wants to be around and constantly gets called MAMA D or Miss Laurie. People run to her for advice and she helps kids on a daily basis whether that’s a kid who needs advice about going to college or me having a hysterical crying fit because my computer decides to act up. She’s there. She always has been there. The one thing I always remember my mom being is HAPPY! Sound familiar? She raised me to be happy..just like her. She raised me to be strong…just like her. Lastly, she raised me to LOVE…just like her!

My family is everything. Yes we fight and cry to one another but EVERY family has those moment. My Mom and Dad raised my sister and I to stand back up…in all cases.

Love you guys!

Michie <3