I have a quirky family. True story.
A supportive, kind, wonderful, caring, super quirky family.
The kind of family that drive half way across Brisbane to introduce my father to the strange and wonderful world of superfoods at the fabulous Pineapple Express Cafe at Portside where we had the coconut-water soft serve known as Cocowhip.
A family that relishes in the opportunity to go for long drives and spending the afternoon watching old family movies – highly amused by my sister’s vivaciousness from a very young age and my father’s remarkable ability to turn a wombat in a zoo into a puppy who just want to get their tummy rubbed (true story).
A family who get excited about talking to each other from two different areas of the house on our new home phone internal system.
Who quote classic Australian films like “The Castle” on a regular basis as if there has never been anything that describes life quite as well.
Who definitely overshare and take too many selfies.
But whilst my family are extraordinarily quirky, in all honesty I think the best families are. And I wouldn’t trade my quirky family for anything in the world.