Lately I've really realized that it's hard to describe your family to someone. Sure, you can relay a couple of jokes or pictures, but for someone who has never been around them, it's not the same. That foreign person will have never heard the laughter of the cutest group of kids on the planet, seen them change from babies to hilarious middle-schoolers, felt a hug from their arms, held them in their lap, witnessed every humorous moment, seen their smiles, listened to their stories, and experienced their personalities. No picture shown or story told can convey the atmosphere of love that is present whenever everyone is together. It is a special feeling, a bond that is so strong it brings joy into your heart just experiencing it. It is knowing that no matter what happens, the love we have for each other, and for everything that each person is, runs deeper than the harsh words that are occasionally spoken. I have never loved so much as when I am together with my cousins. They are, by far, my most favorite people on the face of the earth, and I really can't imagine what life would be like without them.