Monday, 6 June 2016

An Open Letter To My Family

To My Dear Family, 

I may moan about you, I may be stroppy and short tempered at times. But you guys, are my everything. You're my entire world. You're crazy, you drive me mad and half the time (mostly a quarter of the time, but that's doesn't flow as well) you make me want to smash my head against a brick wall!

But the other half - well I say half, I mean the other 3/4 of the time, you make me laugh till my sides hurt, you're my safety blanket and my safe haven.   

I'm not going to sugar coat it, I'm not always the easiest person to live with. I may be opinionated, argumentative, annoying and absolutely stupid at times. I don't always think before I do or say something. And I know you all have felt like throttling me at point in my life! (I'm so glad you haven't by the way - huge thanks.) But y'all aint easy as pie either!
We may argue, we may fall out, hell, we may even go a good couple of days ignoring each others existence. But we can get away with it, because we all know, no matter how far we might push one another, we will always have each others back. And things will always be okay in the end.

Because we are family.

We have had so many good times, and pulled through the bad times.

The good times are the simple ones. Silly BBQ games, that we all have to play, otherwise Dad will throw a complete strop and send us to bed if we refuse to co-operate.
The lazy days on the beach, shell collecting and bobbing up and down on the waves. The holiday evenings on the beach, fishing, drinking champagne, and trying to shove each other in the sea fully clothed until at least one of us ends up in tears.
The happy memories are endless, apple bobbing, riding, quad biking, messing about, dancing in the yard and in the kitchen.

The good always outweigh the bad when it comes to you guys.

I know you will go to the end of the earth and back to help me (Although my younger siblings may need a little more encouragement to do so... ).

Siblings are best friends for life, whether you like it or not. My little sister and brother don't happen to be too bad at the best of times. I don't tell them often enough because they tell me I'm weird, or they think I'm after something - but I love them to pieces.
You all have your own, weird, little quirks, that make you who are. And on those lazy days when we're all pottering about at home, I get to realize just how lucky I am to have you.

When mums singing in the kitchen, the way my little brother will be dancing around with her. How we all know dad will be in the lounge watching Only Fools and Horses, chewing the remote (as annoying as that is) and he may come and make an occasional surprise visit to the kitchen to perform a song using only 'shoo-be-doo-bee-doo's'. The way my little sister will be in her room with her bearded dragon sitting on her chest while she plays on her phone eating the biscuits she'd hidden in her room the day before.

The little things in life, that nobody ever acknowledges. The tiny details are the ones that will stay with you forever.
Family will always put you first, they will be the first to your aid, without so much as a second thought.
I don't appreciate my family half as much as I should. They give me everything, a roof over my head, food on the table, people to love, memories to cherish and memories to look forward too.

My family's whole and healthy. And frankly, I couldn't ask for anything more than that.

I love you guys!

Lots of love,

Katie xoxo


Boo, the way you walk up the stairs and your ankles click, and the way you never speak to anyone in the mornings (which is very rude by the way) and the way you hide food in your bedroom and have packets of biscuits hidden in your work bag. The way you'll open the bathroom door when I'm in the shower and scream 'NAKED' at me then laugh and run away - I mean, there aren't many people on this earth that could get away with that.

My baby brother James, where to even start with you?! The way you dance, and the way you will sing at the top of your lungs, even if you don't know the words. Your confidence, your stubbornness. You may be eleven, but you will always be my baby brother.

Dad. Oh deary me dad. Your ability to sing a whole song with just 'shoo-be-doo' will never fail to amaze, or aggravate me! Your sneezes can wipe out an entire city. The way you insist on hiding in cupboards just to terrify various members of the family is something I wouldn't miss (unless it was Beck or James you were scaring!) And your protective Dad-ness, as annoying as it can be, is something I am beginning to appreciate more and more every day.

Mummy, your sneezes are adorable! The way you literally jump whenever someone wakes you up, and the way you hate your socks to sit to tightly to your toes, is so cute!  The way you shuffle around in your dressing gown in the mornings bringing me a cup or tea, and the way you sing in the kitchen when you've had a glass of red and you're cooking dinner. The best shoulder there is to cry on, you always know when something is wrong, and you always know just what to do about it.

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