If the gift of family could be compared to the sweetness of a milkshake . . .
then being friends with your family would be one of those milkshakes served in a fancy tall, curved glass, adorned with loads of fresh whipped cream, a round cookie-straw, and a cherry on top. Oh yes, accompanied by that stainless-steel refill, ice-cold to the touch. Maybe even sprinkles . . . well, of course sprinkles.
Yum.
Yup. I'd say being friends with your family is that good. Probably even better.
What a joy to take a trip to visit family . . . and end up visiting friends -- because they are one and the same.
I love that I'm good friends with my brother. How cool is that? I love that Melissa is one of my best friends. Extra cool. I love that we take the time to visit . . . and share . . . laugh . . . and talk . . . and best of all . . .
drink milkshakes . . .
under a sweet milkshake Montana sky.
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