I knew I was missing out

Sometimes I forget how much I miss my family when I'm away at school.

I never get to have my aunt's family and my grandmother on the same pew as me in my student ward, with me squished up against the wall. While we suffer and laugh at the same time.
Never do I get to look around the chapel and see tons of cousins and extended family.
I don't think I ever eat fudge and cookies in my Church meetings.

While I've been home so far, I've realized that there are very few people who know how I REALLY am, in Utah. Yeah, they might catch glimpses of me and a few people have seen 98.9% of how I am but when I'm really myself, it's when I'm with my family.