I love my family

I normally don't do these "journal-type" entries, but today I am proud and happy.
My AMAZING and TALENTED Mother came to my ward and did the 'special musical number.' She played a piano medley of Armies of Helamen, I am a Child of God and Come Come Ye Saints. She did the most amazing job! This woman is one with the piano and I am in constant envy (supposedly I was good once, too... dang it!). It is ALWAYS a treat to listen to my mom play. One of my fondest childhood memories is sitting and listening to her play. Whether she was practicing for something, composing or writing something or just playing for fun, I LOVED it. I can still picture me downstairs in my room, sitting on my bed and being mesmerized by her far off (cause she was upstairs on the other side of the house) music.
Today I was proud. I was proud to show off my mom and show off her talent. So many people came up to me after sacrament meeting and told me how beautiful her song was and how talented my mom is. It made me happy and it made me proud.
After, we headed to my parents ward where my also AMAZING and TALENTED Dad and Brother (Curtis) sang for their ward's 'special musical number.' It was Awesome! They sang Be Still, My Soul. CHILLS!!! It was great for a couple reasons. First of all, it sounded amazing. Their voices blended so beautifully and it was a super powerful song. But moreso, it was so awesome to see my dad and Curtis up there together. It's hard for me to explain, it was just cool. It made me proud.
Singing around the piano (yes, we were one of those families) is also a favorite memory. We still do it EVERY chance we get. I can't think of a time when we're all in town together that we don't sing around the piano (Christmas is the BEST). My mom has written a bunch of songs (some appropriate and some not so much) and those are our favorites to sing. Call us nerdy, and we'll beg to differ, but music has been a binding influence in my family. I think it is something that we all have in common and share. It's not uncommon to hear my parents bust out some cheesy song they sang together in Highschool madrigals and that tells me everything is and will be okay. We sing, not to sound good or to impress, but we sing to make ourselves happy and feel better. We sing a lot and it's fun... and funny.
What an AMAZING family I have been blessed with. I was born into an incredible family who genuinely loves and supports one another in anything and everything, despite our differences. And I have been blessed to have an incredible little family of my own, who I love and adore more than anything else (and who, BTW, can't carry a tune... none of them).
I love my family.