My mother and sister will be my family forever.

We are bound by love, by blood, by history. No one in the world makes me laugh or smile the way they do. Nobody else can make me feel as comfortable or happy as they can. And no matter how much we may change, their title will never change; they will always be family.

My girls will inevitably fade out of my life and into their own developing lives. They will become wives, mothers. We will unfortunately lose touch and they will become distant.

The men in my life will eventually move away and grow into their own. They will become husbands, fathers as much as I wish it not to happen we will, sooner or later, drift.

My boyfriends will never remain boyfriends. They will screw up, as done in the past, and be left as ex-boyfriends. Or they will man up and stay around long enough to become a husband.

Essentially, all other people familiar to me will change. But my family will always be my family.

In time, my sister will become a fiancee and then a wife – but she will still be my sister. My mother will find a husband or a lover and become a grandmother but she will still be my mother. They are my family through each mistake I learn from and every decision I make. They are my family through any pound I gain or lose and whatever hairstyle I may try. They are my family from the moment I was introduced into their lives. They will be my family when we’re old and wrinkled, popped up in rocking chairs with false teeth in our mouths. They will be my family after my heart puimps its final beat.

There is nothing I am more thankful for than my family.
I love you with all that I am.