Okay, so in my first blog post I told you I'd be telling about the inspiring people in my life... Those people are the single most important thing in the world to me. My family.
Harvey Moss, my Daddy. He is the best man I know. He is also the smartest. He and I are so similar. We're both so stubborn, and opinionated. We both have a hard time keeping our mouths shut. He's the funniest person I know. People say he's intimidating, but he's not, really. He's a big teddy bear. He expects the best out of us, which has helped push us all. Sometimes he can be a bit inconsiderate, but that just comes with the not-keeping-our-mouths-shut problem. He's almost always right. He is wonderfully infuriating. He makes me feel special and loved. I can always count on him. He has been a wonderful example to me of what a man should be. I'm a daddy's girl through and through.
Debra Moss, my Mommy. She easily wins the BEST MOM AWARD. Seven kids. Dentist visits, calling home from school, supporting Daddy, doctor bills, school projects, summer breaks, hurt feelings, huge smiles, broken hearts, shopping, eating, and loving loving loving. My mother has done it all. With a smile on her face. Always. She is the mother I aspire to be. The perfect balance of lovey dovey and discipline. She is the best listener I've ever known. She, like my father, has always pushed us to be great. No one could mother us like she does. She is truly amazing.
Rachel Holman, my big sister. Where do I even begin with Rachel? Maybe I should begin with the scar on my shoulder (yeah, Rach, I bet you just laughed)... Rachel, the girl I always wanted to be. The perfect person, in my eyes. Now, I'm sure she wasn't as perfect in her own mind, but to me, she's still the perfect person. My clearest memories of Rachel are the ones of her dressing me up. You see, Rachel had to wait a long while before she finally got a little sister to play with, and by the time I came along, she was too old to play normally with me. Instead, she dressed me. Like a living barbie doll. She'd do my hair and make-up and put me in dresses. Man, I remember thinking she was the best thing in the whole world, and I wanted to be JUST LIKE HER. I still think that. She's caring and supportive. She's just the right amount of bossy, too. She's married to the most perfect addition to the family we could have asked for, Tim Holman, and together they've given me the cutest nieces to ever walk this Earth. They are magnificant examples to me.
David Moss, my big brother. Now, David and I started out rocky. Our entire childhood we couldn't stand each other. I honestly don't know why, but we did. We were always fighting. He was always mad at me, and I at him. So many doors slammed on his end and tears on mine. What I remember most clearly, though, is always wanting him to love me. Wanting nothing more than to impress him. In any way I could. It didn't work until I hit middle school. That is when he and I became like two peas in a pod. We started actually doing things together. I mean, I'm really not sure how we went so long without each other, because once we became "friends" (and I put that in quotation marks because, obviously, we're siblings) we were inseperable. He was always asking for my opinion on stuff, and taking me places. He FINALLY loved me. It was better than I ever hoped for. He is the perfect oldest brother. Protective, yet supportive. Funny and serious. He is married to my wonderful sister-in-law, Bekah, and they are too cute for words. I love them both so much there aren't words.
Aaron Moss, my other big brother. My Ephraim Twin. My better half. My love for Aaron is indescribable. We're only 17 months apart in age, and as such we have always been together. My oblivious, smart, funny, go-with-the-flow Aaron. So amazingly naive, but not. He's the perfect complement to me, and I to him. There was never a moment when Aaron and I weren't best friends. He is... Aaron. I don't know what to say about him. There aren't words for how I feel about him. It upsets me that I can't tell you wonderful things about him... But they just wouldn't come out good enough. Just thinking about how much he means to me makes me tear up. I love him so much.
Sarah Moss, my little sister. The better version of me. Perfection. She is bossy as all get out, and has the worst temper out of all of us. But I wouldn't change anything about her. Sarah is the person I wish I could be. She makes everything look easy, even though I know it isn't. She is the hardest worker I've ever known, and has more drive than anyone. She's so smart and so pretty. She's crazy and fun. She's my little sister. My heart fills with joy and pride every time I look at her.
Michael Moss, the little brother. Supposed to be annoying, right? Instead, he's just funny. And adorable. And sheltered. He wants to be like the older ones. Not in an act-older kind of way. More like, he wants to end up like us. He's active, and unfocused. He's very much like Aaron in personality. Just goes with the flow. He doesn't fight (unless it's in video games). He does not get angry quickly. He's very patient. He wants to understand everything. He is the best little brother I could have ever asked for.
Danielle Moss, the littlest. She is my mini me. It is almost scary how well I know her. And it isn't because I spend a lot of time with her. It is quite simply because she and I have the same brain. She's emotional, just like me. And it is both a strength and a weakness. She feels left out a lot, because she's the youngest, but we all love her. There isn't anything I'd change about my spectacular little sister. She is my sunlight. I need her to feel loved and safe all the time. I need to protect her. She's my heart.
My family. My world. My existence. They hold me together.
This is Lyndzie Faye Frey. She is my own personal angel. Someone told me recently that God sends us angels when we can't do something on our own. I guess when He realized i was having a hard time just surviving on my own it was time to give me Lyndzie.