The stories roll in by the dozens when my family is together. My older brother will never let me forget about the time he “rescued” me from the utility power lines when I got the rake tangled in them. Just like I won’t let my older sister forget how dramatic of a teenager she was when she remarks how theatrical her daughter has become. Life with nine siblings is always interesting, especially with the farm added to the equation.
In a time of thankfulness, we often forget how lucky we truly are. A roof over our heads, food to eat every night, clothes to wear, cars to drive and loving people in our lives, the list goes on.