My family tree is pretty crazy. Brothers from other Father’s. Sisters from other Mother’s. Brothers from other Mother’s. Sister’s from other Father’s. Step’s galore. In-laws and Outlaws. Uncles that are my age. First Cousins that are my kids age. A sister that is a year older than my daughter. Blood. Half-blood, but not Muggle’s – my son likes to call them point five O.  No blood at all, but I love as if your blood ran through mine. Family that I see regularly, and family that I only see or have only met on Facebook. Some that may not think they are a part of me, but they are because we attached in some crazy way. It’s hard to get together with everyone, especially when our lives take different paths. We all are so different, but I’m sure we are more alike than we will ever know. I’m blessed that each of them has crossed my path for a short time, a continues time, and maybe time to come. With each of them, I would have not lived and loved fully. I love each and every one of them. And am glad they are my family. I always win at the crazy family tree. If I had to draw it, the flow chart would reach across the state of Colorado. Okay maybe not but it would be cool if it did.