This post isn't about superficial beauty, this is the real deal. True beauty. My family. Don't get me wrong, as individuals we're loaded with imperfections, but as a whole I think it's pretty perfect.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon and evening sat in my Grandma and Grandad's lounge while 23 members of my family (that's not even all of us) came in and out to see the newest member, the truly beautiful Christopher. In my opinion he's pretty damn lucky to have been born into this family; it's taken me a while to get that people can love me because they want to not because they have to, but I finally get it, and more importantly, I feel it - there is always an open door, a shoulder, a slice of cake or a cup of tea, and I feel like at any point I could call on any or all of those services.
In one family, I've found; my best friend, my greatest inspirations, and pride.
Sorry, this is mushy and not really what this blog is about usually but I hope you don't mind.