I love my family.
Last weekend we celebrated Grandma's 90TH BIRTHDAY. We ate chinese food and raised our glasses shouting "BANZAI!!" three times...thankful for the longevity and richness of this life. Saturday was another day to celebrate with family, this time it was for Jen's 29th birthday in which Russ set up a surprise cooking class at our auntie's house. We ate sophisticated things like cheese and grapes, picked up some tips for making a gourmet meal, and honored Jen for being an incredible mother, sister, wife, and friend. The brothers came over after we finished eating and we hung out for a while, taking pictures and playing with Hunty. He is a lucky kid for having three cool guys (with cool shoes) to look up to. I love my family. The time I spend with them is always special. I love my family for the understanding that exists without even sharing a word. How we can do simple things like go to the grocery store, cook a meal, watch a laker game, sit on the back couch, and somehow those simple moments become so sacred and special because of who i'm with. I cherish weekends like last and I thank Jesus for His kindness in blessing us with people who love us. thankful.