Family.
That has always been a word that has meant a lot to me. I grew up in a town where I was surrounded by my ENTIRE family. Literally. I never missed a birthday of a parent, sibling, cousin, aunt, uncle or grandparent. I never missed that impromptu trip to Fort Wayne for a shopping spree. I was always there when grandma just "popped in" to say hello.
Until I left for college.
Then, slowly but surely, things began to change. I began missing on things due to the fact I was now 2 hours away from home or because I was busy doing schoolwork.
Eventually, I got married and began my own family. Even though I am only 3 hours away - which is completely do-able for a weekend visit - it's just long enough to make the drive a hassle. It's funny how your family can get on your nerves and you want to be far, far away....until they are no longer at a fingertips' length.
In a nutshell....I miss them. While I love my husband and the little life we have made, I miss my other family as well. One thing I can be completely grateful for is the fact that I have married into a wonderful family that I not only consider my "in-laws" but also my FAMILY.
As I was pondering this post, I was thinking what the word "family" actually means. I came to the conclusion that just because someone isn't related to you biologically or by marriage it doesn't mean they aren't FAMILY. My teacher friends at school are my family (most of the time I see them more than my own husband!). My college friends are my family. Family members are the people you love, respect, and can't wait to spend time with - no matter the result of any DNA test you would take.
In conclusion, to all of my family out there - THANK YOU. I love you and the support you continually give to me.
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