My family consists of
My Husband who has been my rock, and more. Proud of him.
My 10 year old daughter, who has been so strong, so amazing. Proud of her.
My 7 year old son, who also has been so strong. Proud of him.
My 5 week old daughter, the girl who lived, but didn’t make it. Proud of her.
My 2 year old daughter, who has no clue what has happened, yet but she will. Proud of her too.
And of course the rest too.
Family doesn’t always consist of blood.
Because blood doesn’t always make family important.
Its the ones that stick around, and doesn’t always ask or judge.