From the moment I walked through your front door you accepted me (probably with some a lot of hesitation). You were there through my awkward teen years and still post old pictures to remind me of those glorious days. You have seen me through my best, my worst, and still watch me grow every year. You are the family I have when I think I hate mine. On the worst of nights, even before I could drive, you'd pick me up in the middle of the night because some boy broke up with me. When my grandmother died you were there, your whole family with love and support stood by me and helped me through one of the toughest times of my life. The only thing I can possibly say is thank you.

Thank you for everything you have done for me and for accepting me as one of your own.

Thank you for years of putting up with me and my partner in crime.

Thank you for not grounding me when you probably had the right to and for not telling my parents about every bad thing I ever did.

Thank you for embarrassing us in front of those cute boys at the store.

Thank you for all the emotional late night talks and amazing advice.

Thank you for helping in shaping me into the woman I am today.

Thank you for all the love you give me in the past, present, and future.

Even though I crashed through your front door and into the middle of your lives and haven't left since, thank you for not slamming the door in my face.

Although we may not pick our biological family, we do get to pick our adopted family and I would pick you every time.