The Sister Sleepover

Today is Sunday, and that means a couple of things to me. First of all, it means lazy, football, and homework. It also means the last moments to salvage before having to go back to school. Lastly, though, and most importantly, it means that my sister gets to come home and sleep over! My sister has an apartment in the city, but she works in the suburbs. So, every Sunday evening, she comes over for dinner, and she sleeps over, so her commute to work is much easier in the morning. This is really nice for my family and I, because we don't see her anytime during the rest of the week, and it's nice to spend time with her. I am the third and last child in my family, and am truly the baby, being separated by 7 years from my sister, and 11 years by my brother. I have been an "only child" for a while now, and because of this, I don't even think about the fact that my siblings aren't in the house. When my sister comes home, though, on Sunday nights, I then realize how much I miss having her around, and it is a nice way to rekindle the past, if you will, and have more people in the house, like it was 8 or 9 years ago. Sunday evenings are a nice privilege for me, and I really enjoy them, because I enjoy having my sister around. She is really funny, and always has funny stories to tell about work, and although I have to share the dog with her, I am still very excited when she comes over for her Sunday night sleepover.

My Parents

As I sit here writing this blog post, I am being serenaded by my dad's piano playing. My dad picked up the piano (not literally) about 4 to 6 years ago, and since then, with some breaks here and there, has probably practiced for at least an hour every day. This is determination at its finest. My dad has the greatest work ethic of anyone I know. He works extremely hard, and it shows in his piano playing. Before my dad started playing the piano a few years ago, he didn't know how to read music very well, and now, he's a pro! Most people wouldn't have the perseverance to keep up with a hobby like this, seeing as how music is not easy by any stretch of the imagination, and I respect him for that. It's truly remarkable that he has come so far in his playing ability, and I thank him for that, because his work ethic he shows on the piano bench, has taught me a good work ethic myself, and I am better because of that.

Also, as I sit here writing this blog post, my mom is currently taking time from her day off to help set up for a band event that I am partaking in tonight at school. My mom is such a wonderful person, and is one of the most selfless people I know. She is willing to help set up for an event for me on her day off, and for that I am grateful. She is a wonderful mother, and works so hard to help give me a wonderful life. Her willingness to help out today is a perfect example of how she puts others before herself, and she has taught me how to be a good person as well, and for that, I am eternally grateful. My mom doesn't get enough credit for her hard work every day, not only in her office, but to help me live the best life possible. My dad doesn't get enough credit for his hard work everyday, as well. He works so hard at work, and then comes home and works more, and works to make my life a wonderful one, and I will never be able to express how much I appreciate that.

I am writing this post today to give a shout out to my parents, because they don't get it enough. The hard work that they do everyday, and their willingness to give me a wonderful life, can never be praised enough, and by writing this post, I hope to scratch the surface in the gratitude that deserves to be given to my wonderful parents, whom I love and appreciate so very much.