We all have people special to us; closer in some ways than if by blood with the family last name. A couple of weeks ago I had a journey with my “daughter-ish” person who holds a dear place in my heart.
Perhaps being family is more than the signed registry and wedding ring.
Perhaps being family is more than supporting each other through raising a young man we are so proud of.
Perhaps being family is more than sharing the love of a little fat dog.
Perhaps being family is more than the obligatory Mother’s Day phone call.
Perhaps being family is sharing delight in finding the things that warm our hearts…..or our privates, as we wander through vintage shops together.
I am blessed.
You must be logged in to post a comment.