Day 8 - Family Hands!

Knights, Munros and Reimanns; sounds like med-evil, Scottish war tribes. Fortunately, you have nothing to worry about, it's just my family! Three sets of twins, a bunch of adults, generations apart, a couple of teenagers and some children thrown in there for good measure. In theory, these age groups do not tend to gel well. However, in this case, we all get on like a house on fire. How weird is it to think that if we had all just come together, say, in a cooking class, we would probably not give each other a second look, but being thrown together with these people has been more than just luck for me, it's pretty much kept me upright the past few years. If I got the chance to choose people to be my family, it would be these guys.
I always find it weird when people say they don't really know their cousins. Minnie, Becky, Teddy and I pretty much grew up in each others pockets, or rather they grew up with me in theirs, I suppose. I really hope they look back on it all with at least a fraction of the fondness I do. The past few years have really shown me how much I need my family, as well as how much I mean to them. My Aunty Vicky in particular. She and my mum have been outstanding all through my illness, even when I felt all I deserved was a dog bowl of puddle water thrown at me along side a basket of rotten fruits.
Guys, I hope after how much I have blabbed about this blog tonight, you take the time to read this and realise how much you mean to me. I tried to describe my gratitude at Christmas but got too teary eyed and couldn't quite get it all out. So here, have a photo and a whole day!