This one is probably going to be the most trite and unoriginal "thanks" of the bunch, but as is my wont, I just don't care. I'm thankful for my family, and I'm thankful that I have the kind of family that I can be thankful for. Sure, we've got our share of dysfunction, but do you honestly know a family that doesn't? Because I sure as hell don't.
Everybody's got their something -- and that works both ways. My family's got a history of diabetes, mental illness, Phillies fandom, and pigheadedness. But they also always have room enough at the table, love enough to share, and stories enough to tell. We are all a part of each other, in ways both mortifying and nourishing, but isn't that what families are all about? That which multiplies our joy and divides our grief?