This is going to sound incredibly clichéd, trite, and to some, unbelievable, but everyday of every year I feel most loved and thankful, all because of my family. Like every family we have our highs, lows, piss-ass moods, riotous moments, and swells and roars of hilarity in between, especially when least expected. We are all supportive of each other, but also private, and for that reason this little piece will remain brief. We cling together like little barnacles and only feel like drowning when the waves get rough. But we manage. Despite hurricanes and oil spills, final exams and writing deadlines, we manage pretty well. That said, every day of the year is pretty damned incredible, filled with gratitude and flipping cheer.