My family is large, and confusing, and dramatic.
See, when I was the tiny 9 pound version of myself, my grandma got custody of me from my teenage mom.
And then my grandma married my grandpa (whom I call dad) who already had two children, Brittany who is only 11 months older than me, and Brandon, 4 years older than me.
So there was bouncy baby Autumn, living in a blended family with my five teenage uncles and one baby aunt.
Raised together like siblings, we became just that. Brothers and sisters, three of us sharing rooms at one time, sticking up for each other on the playground, and getting into mischief at home.
Then when I was 16, my mom gave birth to my precious baby brother Noah. He added sparkle to my life.
Today I am so grateful for my brothers and sister. I am grateful for my noisy, insane, chaotic childhood. I wouldn't have had it any other way.
Me, Brittany & Brandon, 1994
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