friends as family

Remember that really lame quote: friends are the family you choose for yourself? I think I first heard it in primary school and I thought it was the lamest thing in the world but, also, yes please. I used to dream of the day I could pick my own family because I just didn't fit in mine.

I've been thinking of this a lot lately. Sometimes it makes me sad. Mostly it makes me happy.

I still roll my eyes at the quote and I still think it's kind of lame but, also, Husband, B. and I are so darn lucky that we have a great group of wonderful friends who are our real family. We might not be related but we truly love and care for each other. They love B. as if she were their niece.

We have people who care about what happens to us, who care when we're sad or mad {or bad?} and actually value Husband and I and what we have. They ask about my anxiety and depression. They check in and see if I'm okay and they don't punish me when I drop off because I'm not. 

We have family. We just chose them for ourselves and I feel #blessed that I have people in my life I can talk to when life is hard. I am so proud that we have people who are proud of Bailey's accomplishments, who actively go out of their way to ask about her, about our health and our happiness. And I'm so over-the-moon glad that reciprocating these things is never a chore, or eye-rollingly nauseous. That I don't cringe when I receive a text or call from them. That how they feel about me/us is how I/we feel about them.

And that, my friends, is family to me.

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