Family

There was a time not so long ago that family was defined as blood relatives. However, in a world where over half of all marriages end in divorce, I whole-heartedly believe that this is no longer true. Family has almost nothing to do with blood and everything to do with love.

I've had people marry in and out of my family what feels like dozens of times, but the only ones that I've ever really considered family are the people that shared in the love, that contributed to the family comradery and truly melded. There were people (I have a couple ex step parents in mind here) that definitely did none of these things. They were technically family but never really.

When you have a child of your own it seems like the whole concept shifts again. Suddenly, your family shrinks to this little bundle of joy and mommy and daddy. The rest are still just as important, but its this unit that becomes the priority. It seems like some people never realize this and continue to try and please everyone while their little family unit suffers.

I've worked hard (Contrary to popular belief) to protect my family these last nine months. I know I haven't always done what's best, but I'm learning slowly but surely. I cherish every single day I can spend with my two favorite people, and I hope and pray nothing is ever big enough to rip it apart. As a child of multiple divorces, family has always been an ever shifting thing.

I have a rock now.