I love my family, I carry pieces of them with me. How I share the same sense of humor as my dad. How my mom passed down her hair, face, body, and strength to me. How my sister just understands my bizarrely obscure references, and how she can forgive my faults after an hour or so. How my brother is practically like my son with the 10+ year age gap. And I know, that no matter what, they have my back, and not just immediate, but extended and church fam as well. They hold a piece of my heart as I do theirs, connected forever by invisible bonds of love.