Family

There's a very special garden

Where the trees of memory grow

Nurtured by the kindness

And concern that families show.

The roots are cherished memories

Of good times in the past

The branches tender promises

That souls endure and last.

It's a place of peace and beauty

Where bright new hopes can start

It's memory's lovely garden

That soothes the hurting heart.

- Author Unknown -

My family means the world to me. Although at times we may not see eye to eye, unfortunately more often than not, we will never turn our backs on each other. My parents and brothers are always there for me, through the good times and bad. The love and support of family is too often taken for granted. I want to take this time to show my appreciation. Mom, Dad, Eric, Kirk - Love you guys. Thank you for everything. Adam, in the past three years, you have become a part of my family and I a part of yours. Family doesn't necessarily mean you have to be connected by blood. Love works, too.