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Like so many Americans I spent this past Sunday, June 16, surrounded by my amazing family, especially the man honored on Father's Day, our Dad (who if you have met him looks like George Bush, Jr.). Now I have to tell you, my family jokingly quips that we are the only functionally-dysfunctional family you'll ever meet. In fact, we often say that we put the FUN in dysfunctional. 

Joking aside, I love my family. From my two wonderful parents to my three siblings, plus a wide assortment of cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, but as I sat there yesterday thinking how blessed I am I realized that my "family" consists of so much more than bloodlines. There are my incredible bobsled teammates who have meant so much to me on and off the ice. There are classmates who got me through junior high, high school and college. There are the friends who have become as close to me as any blood relative. There are coaches, trainers, church leaders, teachers, neighbors and the list goes on and on.