Grandparents and Girls.

I don't think people always understand when I say that my family is small on my mom's side just how compact we are. Here are five of the eight members.

We fit nicely at the dinner table. We easily share most Christmas meals including tamales, soup, or lasagna like this year. And pies...they split so evenly into eight perfect pieces.

We also communicate in extraordinary ways. Our size allows us to this. For example, without talking about it first, all of the women showed up wearing cozy Uggs. Even my grandma. (This had nothing to do with the freezing temperatures outside, rather our extraordinary communication.) Another example is my grandpa who tells us so much using his songs. "Blue Christmas" and "Home on the Range" matched my sentimental mood about being home perfectly. And, no surprise to those of you who know us, we tell a lot of stories. It's genetic.

Eight is great.