A wise individual once said...

Create your own definition of success -- Don't compare yourself to someone else's definition of success.
~R.T.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Pathetic Sad Ramblings

My daddy left.

Before that comes out wrong, lemme explain. When I was a little girl my mom and dad split. Then my bio dad remarried a wonderful lady and my bio mom married a wonderful man. I live with my mom and stepdad.

My bio dad came down for my graduation this past Tuesday to support me as I became an adult. Sadly his whole family couldn't come down (my stepmom and two sisters). But it did make it considerably easier to have one on one time with him this way.

My relationship with my dad hasn't always been great. We had times when we would barely talk and went years without seeing each other but these past couple years have been incredible ones where I got to discover who he truly is and who his family truly is.

I truly cherish the short time he and I have had to learn who each other is and even though he has only known me known me for such a short amount of time I would trade nothing for it. My dad is in incredible man who has a huge heart and compassion and love for his family and I'm so glad he and my mother gave birth to me.

Now my stepdad is an important man in my life. He has always been there for me. He has loved me since the day he met me, even when I was an obnoxious little brat, and I would never exchange the love we have for one another either. Whenever I needed someone, he was always there, whether if it was because I needed money or needed a shoulder to cry on.

My family means more then the world to me. My mom is the inspiration of my life. She is so beautiful in and out and I am so proud and honored to call her my mother. My stepmom on the other hand I don't know very well just yet, we know each other as friends yes, but soon I would love to get to know her on a much more personal and deeper level.

My three sisters, one from bio mom and two from bio dad, are the sweetest little girls anyone will ever meet. The one I live with is 13 years old, a handful, and one of the coolest kids I know. 'Nuff said. My two other sisters are totally precious and more sweet then anyone can ever imagine.

I love my family with my WHOLE heart and know that they love me. I will NEVER stop loving them, no matter what happens.

Thanks for tuning in faithful readers. I love you. :)

Signing off,
Crazy. Eighteen. Girl.

1 comment:

  1. The thing I love the most about this is that you never seem to give up you always stuck with what you believed in.and no matter how many parents or friends or other siblings. Come into your life it is an absolute joy and a blessing to have so many poeple that close to you love for who and what you have become. Remember head held high and nothing will take you away from how you fell. As I sat there reading this at 2:01am on monday early morning cause my flight got so delayed.l came to the realization that a had fallen totally and passionately in love with my daughter and can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together however and when ever we could. I cherished the few days that we spent with one another. And nothing can ever take that away from me.remember jade 1*4*3 highs and kisses.

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