Sewing the Seeds of Love

I don't have the easiest family to get along with; in fact, much of the time we don't get along.  This could probably be posted by a large number of people.  I didn't feel this way for the first half of my life, but then, life happens.  People get mad at each other, people rub you the wrong way, people insult you, people point out your flaws.  These people are family.  Nobody makes me laugh harder, or cry harder than my family.  These are the people who know how to push my buttons. I was mad at some of them, most of them, all of them at one time or another, but they're all I've got.  I've decided to love them anyway.