Grateful....

I'm grateful for my childhood. I'm grateful that my parent's weren't afraid to tell me no. They taught us the value of a dollar (some of us a little too well, ahem Josh.... Richie). They didn't give us everything we wanted and we did Saturday morning chores. We had to eat our veggies and at least a tablespoon of everything on our plate. They didn't come running every time I got a little scrape but I always knew I was welcomed at home. We always had bedtime stories, lullabies and family night once a week (even though we fought as often as we played. Don't try to deny it Mom). I'm grateful for great parents that taught us how to be great parents and I see this through my brother and sister. I can't wait to have these traditions and memories with my own kids and hopefully, have them turn out as awesome as we did :)