My very normal, very boring family

I want to preface this post by saying that I'm not referring to anyone specific when I say a few things here.  If some of my comments hit close to home for you, I'm sorry.  My intent is not to make anyone feel bad or be judgemental or arrogant.  I just simply want to express my gratitude for my very normal, very boring family. 
There we are.  That's how many we started with.  That's my mom and dad in the middle.  My oldest sister is in the black.  Then me in the blue (seriously, what is that shirt?) My younger sister in the white and finally my bebe brother behind my dad.  And I just want to thank them for helping me be who I am today.  I've been thinking alot about my family recently because we're all going to be together (A LOT) during the next few weeks and we'll probably get sick of each other but then cry and sob when everyone goes back to their lives.
First my parents.  Thank you for respecting each other.  Thank you for staying married and raising us with the gospel.  Thank you for teaching me right and wrong and living what you were teaching.  Thank you for helping me get an education and stressing the importance of reading and being informed.  Thank you for not kicking me out of the house- EVER.  Thank you for loving me enough to discipline me and be a parent rather than my friend, although you are that, too.  Thank you for all the little things like teaching me how to work and earn my life rather than expect someone to give it to me.  Thank you for giving up literally everything you had to go serve a mission. 
For Meg, Emi and Herc:  Thank you for being siblings that I want to be around.  Thank you for the laughter and jokes and arguments.  Thank you for loving each other enough to speak to each other and associate with each other.  Thank you for bringing me a shoe when I needed to squish a spider.  Thank you for letting me borrow your car or your Girbaud jeans.  Thank you for keeping "secrets" in order to surprise others.  Thank you for always welcoming me in your homes for holidays and vacations.  Thank you for calling me when you drink hot chocolate for the first time and sing to Andy Williams.  Thank you for movie reviews and political debates and nasty card games with the block technique.  Thank you for turning me loose in your kitchens for baby blessings and baptisms.  Thank you for marrying amazing people who have added to our very normal, very boring family.  And thank you for raising some of the best nieces and nephews an aunt could ask for.
I'm not really sure where my burst of gratitude came from.  Perhaps I've just listened to too much bad about the family lives of people I know or those on the news and in the courts.  I couldn't tell you.  But I'm truly so thankful we're as normal and boring as they come.  (I hope the black helipcopters picked up on every word.)