Family has always been especially important to me. I'm relatively certain people can read it on my face when I speak of you or dad or Neal or our cousins and aunts and uncles. People make fun of me because of all the cousins that pop up in stories of my childhood and yesteryear. But truth be told, my cousins and other family members made up most of what I remember, in some form or another.
I love them so much, and I'm certain you'd love them too. Actually, I'm pretty sure you handpicked not just the best person for me, but the best person with the best family (tied with ours) to boot.
The pride her mom has for her and the way she beams at the incredible woman her daughter has become is something I'm no stranger to. You were so similar in your expression of love and the way you lived and put me and Neal at the very top of your list of life accomplishments. In many ways, it strengthens the bond between me and the baby hurricane, because we were both raised by very similar, hard working matriarchs with strong work ethics and a personality that everyone is drawn to. The relationships she has with not only Stormi but also Stormi's friends reminds me so much of you, too. She loves them, and she makes sure they know it. Not just because they are friends of her daughter, but for who they are as individuals. You loved our friends, and you loved just hanging out with them, whether it was on a boat on Raystown lake or sitting around your living room. It was so much more than just you wanting to know the people we were closest to; you cared about them so much. You invited them into your home and you showed them how lucky Neal and I were to be raised by such a cool mom, and how much you appreciated their places in our lives.
Stormi's family is such a special family, not unlike my own, and I feel so lucky to have been welcomed in by them. I never feel like an outsider, and they made the second holiday season without you so much more bearable. I know this would make you so happy and content, because while you've seen me moving forward and smiling and enjoying life, you've also seen me hunched over a few times, sobbing and gasping for breath behind closed doors.
We ended our low key Sunday funday with dinner at her dad and step mom's, and we finally took over the piggy bank we got for her little brother Riley (he looks taller because he's 5 now, guys.) When Stormi explained that there were 2 parts to his belated birthday present and showed him the ziploc bag of coins, he sported his lady killer dimples and explained "oh thanks, but I would really rather have a toy instead." I adore her stepmom (Pennsylvania AND Polish roots, so that's a given) and her dad, but that little guy really does just melt my heart. I realized the other day while glancing at the ceramic transformers piggy bank we got for him why the idea came to me: your giant multicolored piggy bank. Pretty sure you used it to collect spare coins until you got sick, and it was such a staple and something I will always remember about you. Riley has discovered the joy of being able to pick out his own toys with money that has been gifted to him, so we thought a piggy bank would be a cool idea. His little face lit up when his big sis gave it to him, and he was very careful when carrying it, because "it's made of glass." When he finished putting his seemingly endless bag of coins into his new bank, he explained that he would get the money out through the belly button when someone needed it. When asked for further clarification, he told us he was referring to people who don't have money. Seriously? This kid is the greatest, and I'm so lucky to know his whole family.
I know if you were still here, these stories would warm your heart. You were always thankful to the people who gave me a family a thousand miles away from the one I was born into, and they are no exception.