the ghost of you and me

i think we were really eyecatching, six people with six huge balloons trailing behind them.
baby cousin joy ! (:
i wanted to type a long, meaningful entry about how thankful i'm learning to be for my extended family and the (seemingly) unfruitful time we spend at my uncle's house each festive season, but all the words seemed to run from me after the reunion dinner. (yeah, strange as it seems, all the right words came to my head in the middle of my reunion dinner. )

i think its rather unfortunate that i only started being truly thankful for my family when i'm put among people who dont exactly have the happiest, most complete ones. i dont think i'm a family person, but ive learnt to be thankful for my family and accept the ways through which they show their love (which can be quite strange, really) i confess that ive taken them for granted, in so many ways it makes me cringe thinking about them, but i know i'll remind myself to be more aware (and thankful) of every little thing.

i think we all have happy families. or rather, potentially happy ones, if they arent already so. its just up to us if we want to go the extra mile to transform them from the latter to the former.

okay crankiness strikes again. i'll finish this post up some other time.