I grew up in a huge extended family. This was a bit overwhelming due to the fact that I am an only child. Over the years, I have come full circle with the meaning of family. Family is a precious, God-given gift to each and every one of us.
My husband and our dog mean everything to me. Some days I am just too amazed for words at how much family means.
During this time of year, I am reminded what a void lack of family can leave in a person’s life. This saddens me to know that there are people who, for whatever reason, do not feel the acceptance that family can bring.
In a family, it does not matter that you are imperfect. It does not matter that you have strong opinions. It does not matter.
What does matter is that you are accepted and loved for being yourself, warts-imperfections-and all. Thank you, my family, for being there.