You all are the worst.

Sometimes I wonder if the beating would be worth it if I just throw you out of the car. Or if I should sign myself into a mental hospital because you all drive me insane.

But I love you all.

The memories we made I wouldn't trade for the world, all the Christmas mornings spent at Mimi's house, under her tree unwrapping presents and midnight mass. All the family Christmas photos that we could never smile right in. We're not the average family and normal pictures are not our thing, but the photographer already knows that when he sees all of us lined up and probably yelling at each other.

We all know that Mimi and Pop-Pop stopped trying a long time ago.

We're invincible, all 6 of us. Our bonds are strong and we're the only ones allowed to make fun of each other. I can call you a wadded up piece of gum but if someone else did it then its wrong, even though you were probably acting like it.

Thank you for everything, for telling me that my makeup sucked and that my outfit was a bit raunchy. For teaching me how to hide candy in my bra and purse when we go to the movies because it costs a fortune for all of us to get something there. For all the free samples we took. For there being enough of us to take up an entire cabin on the Hogwarts Express so we don't have to face the awkwardness of sitting with strangers. For Comic Con when we sat on the floor in our costumes eating crumbly cookies because there was nothing else. For making church funny, because our "comedian priest" isn't actually a comedian.

You are all my sisters, and nothing less.

Thanks for being alive. Even though you're all gross because you eat PB&J and drink milk in front of me.

All my love,

Madison.