Final Blog...Again
Dear Blog When people ask about my family, I usually pause for a second—because it’s hard to sum up a crew like mine in just a sentence or two. We’re not small. We’re not traditional. Furthermore, we’re definitely not quiet. We are real though. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from growing up in a blended family of ten kids, it’s that love doesn’t always follow a formula. I live in Idaho now for school (BYU–Idaho, shoutout), and my older sister Azren lives in Arizona, closer to home. Being away has actually helped me look at my family with fresh eyes. Back home, there’s my mom, my stepdad, Big Mikey (he’s not technically "big" but the nickname just works), and my siblings—a full squad of brothers and sisters, all with their own personalities, jokes, and noise levels. It’s a beautiful kind of chaos. Mike, my stepdad, honestly deserves his own blog post. He does most of the cooking (and somehow makes it fun), is the mastermind behind “chore time” being something we actually l...