Our first Thanksgiving without my dad and another year without my brother cracking the best jokes at the table. My twenties broke me down, I suffered some of the greatest loss imaginable, and the one thing that remained constant was and will always be family. I am my truest self around my family. I am love for my family. My dad breathed life into rooms. He enriched us with knowledge and challenged us in the best ways. Today we showed up… for each other, for him and most importantly for my mom. If you have lost someone close and are struggling this holiday season I am sending you so much love because that’s exactly what has gotten me through this season. Looking back at these photos of actual proof of how deep our unity runs. From sleepovers on the floor to gatherings in halls to celebrate the most memorable milestones. If this post inspires anything, I hope it inspires you to stay united.