Family Love

I love my family. And they love me. We love each other so much, we even draw pictures for each other. This is the result of my Christmas Day conversation with my sister Diedra. She loves me. See... it says so at the bottom.



Aren't they great? Someone who still loves you for the complete dork that you are. Aww. Family is good. (i'm proving my dorkiness, aren't I? crapola.)