So these last two blogs that I have written, I have struggled.
I wanted to please myself in what I was writing,
And I also wanted to please others.
So I decided to lighten the mood, and tell you about myself,
And my family.
Because if it wasn't for them,
I would not be the person I am today. 🙂
They have always gone along with my crazy ideas, and have helped me with everything in life.
So, I decided I could tell about them as well, because I know with this next year in my life, they will be supporting me more than ever.
SO..
I am Payton, of course.
I hate long walks on the beach.
They are not romantic, and your feet make weird sounds when you walk in the sand.
I have a dry sense of humor, and I am super sarcastic.
I always look for the positive in people.
To the point where I will pick up old people walking on the side of the road and give them rides.
Then get into trouble by my parents.
I am very determined.
So determined, that I went blonde when I was 17, just like I said I would when I was 8.
I totally pulled it off, I know.
This is my family.
We are awesome.
I consider us beach bums.
We would rather lay out on the beach than do anything else.
Every year we have competitions to see who can get the tannest.
I always come in second.
I love them. 🙂
My dad, Steve
He is awesome.
He is always there for me.
I remember once when I had a volleyball tournament one weekend in Houston,
And my dad could not make it because of work.
But decided to suddenly fly down Saturday when he got off just to watch me play for the last few hours.
True story.
He is the Christian leader in my family,
And I can go to him for anything.
I have never had a problem talking to him because he is my father,
And I know a lot of girls that struggle with that.
I guess we are just tight like that.
Mi madre, Gina.
There are not enough words to describe this beautiful woman.
I pray that one day I can be as good as a mother as she is.
She is not only a strong Christian, but any person can go to her to talk about anything.
She can prank like no other, and is creative as can be.
I love the fact that she tells me the truth when I need it,
But will sit by my side and cry with me over the little things.
She is the strongest person I have met, and I love her with all of my heart.
My sister, Brooklyn.
She is ridiculously amazing.
She is three years older than me,
And I am three feet taller than her.
(Not really.)
She is my best friend.
And I am not just saying that because I have to.
It is true.
We sometimes fight and bicker just like sisters do,
But she always comes around and admits I am right.
Ha, kidding.
We do everything together.
And talk to each other on the phone like ten times a day.
We have weird nicknames for each other.
Sister. Sista. Jodge. Jodgie. Hot stuff.
The usual.
I go to her for tons of advice, and she is not afraid to tell it to me straight.
People always ask if we are twins. I never understand these people.
Sometimes, I say yes, just so I don’t have to disappoint the people that asked.
This is my family.
These are the people that have supported me and have been there for me for 21 years now.
I don't know where I would be without them.
