a picture of your most treasured item
Call me cheesy (I have been spouting some awful cheesy phrases the last few days) but my family is probably my most treasured item. More than my car, my phone, my iTunes, my laptop, my camcorder....if I lost my family I don't know where I'd be. Probably an orphanage, despite the fact that I'm old enough to fend for myself at this point.
I almost changed this answer tonight after finding out certain facts about dinner conversations at the Lambson home. I love my family, but sometimes the things they talk about, the comments they make....it's enough to make a girl go crazy. I'm always the first person in the family to storm out of a room when a conversation gets too heated or if the family, in general, gets too crazy. I truly do love you guys (family members, not you creepy trolls), but sometimes the thought process in what is being said isn't really put into practice. I blame it on the rapid fire of witty comments and our need to contribute before someone else steals our thunder. We, the siblings, should take after our father and think long and hard before we expel any sort of witty (read as ridiculous and corny) pun.
I guess I shouldn't be so dramatic. I wasn't about to change my answer after receiving that concerned phone call from my mom tonight. I love my family (haven't I stated that enough?!). I wouldn't have them any other way, obnoxious comments and all. They're the reason why I am the person I am today.
But would it hurt you guys to talk about something deep and meaningful during dinner?