Then I got to work and sent my dad a text asking him to call me at the office later so we could gossip and talk about the new IU basketball developments that happened the night before. In the text I said "I need to talk to someone I won't want to stab halfway through the conversation. You get me". And he does. My dad is awesome and we talk almost every day.
After that I sat a work a minute and decided to text my stepdad. Just a simple "I love you because you're awesome" text, because he is and I was feelin' it.
Honestly, I was sitting at work thinking about how damn lucky I am. I love my parents, all three of them. I am almost 25 now and I am friends with all of my parents. Not everyone I know can say things like that. One of my best friends has a family structure, with a stepdad and older stepbrothers, etc., that is so similar, almost identical, to mine. However, her relationship with her three parents is nothing like mine. I'm one of those lucky ones, and I get it now.
Growing up things were definitely not all rainbows and butterflies; there were absolutely times of struggle for all of us involved. But we made it through and here we are now. Even through those bad times, I've never ever, in my life, doubted for one second that I was loved. I knew it. That's something special too, because some kids don't know that.
Today, like I said, I'm friends with my parents. I would, and have, chosen to hang out with them just because I can. I speak with them consistently. My mom and my stepdad both read this blog daily. My dad and I can sometimes talk in a code that only the two of us understand. All three of them follow me on Twitter. I get my TV show and book addiction from my mom, my St. Louis Cardinals and grammar obsession from my stepdad, and my love of any and all sports and fear of severe weather from my dad. But mostly? They get me.