All You Need Is Love

I love my family.

It’s not a “normal” family, though.

My family is my mom, but not my dad. He may have provided me with half of my genes, but that’s all he ever provided me with. Oh, and 50 dollars to help me get on my feet when I started college.

My family is my grandmother. My beautiful, kind, unbelievably compassionate and generous grandmother. And her husband, my “Oompa.” He may not be related by blood, but he is my grandfather.

Zach. Zach is my family. We aren’t married, and as of now have no plans on getting married. We are a family, though.

Zach’s parents are my family. Sure, they aren’t my in-laws technically, but why does it matter?

Sarah, my best friend in the world, is my family. We may have only known each other for 5 years, but she is like a sister to me. A sister that I never had, and a sister that I couldn’t live without.

When I think about my family, I couldn’t be happier. Who says I need a mother and a father? Who says I have to be married in order for Zach to be my family?

Normal is so overrated. Normal? Is outdated.

Living the American Dream is nice and all, but it is not what makes people happy. Having a big house with a nice lawn, surrounded by a white picket fence, is not what brings one to smile. Two kids, a boy and a girl, a dog, and an apple pie sitting on the windowsill? Well, sure, that would be nice. And, yes, I want that. I can’t lie: I want to own a house, paint the walls beautiful colors, bake cookies for Alex as a special snack after a long day at school. But all of that does not guarantee happiness.

What does guarantee happiness? I have no clue.

But my family? Guarantees my happiness.

11 thoughts on “All You Need Is Love

  1. You are so right. I’ve learned that ‘family’ is way more than blood relation. Surround yourself with people you love and how love you 🙂 That’s the only way to be!

  2. I love this! I agree, family does not mean that a blood relation needs to be there. My family includes many people…lots of them are not related to us!

  3. I’m not big on Laurie Berkner, but she’s got a little ditty called ‘F-A-M-I-L-Y’ and the lyrics say, “If you’re in my heart, you’re in my family.” And that pretty much sums it up.


  4. Family has NOTHING to do with blood, I’ve learned that from day one. (Sure, I have both my parents; but they both only had their mothers. So they’ve told me all along how important your “Family” is, even if they aren’t blood.)

    Wuzzle’s Uncle Joe is the perfect example. We don’t have god-parents, we aren’t religious. But Joe (Hubby’s college room-mate who became my best friend) is the brother I never had, and he is a HUGE part of Wuzzles life.

  5. I couldn’t agree with you more! Diana and Jimmy and Sarah and Little Bear and MOnkeyboy and Pufferfish and all the rest of them are not related to me by blood, but they are CERTAINLY my FAMILY!

  6. Love this post – resonates completely with me. Family is who you love, and who loves you. Doesn’t matter if they share your DNA or just the sidewalk that runs the length of your block.

  7. To each their own, right? I think that all of what you described is normal. Maybe not mainstream 1950s America, but still very normal. And really, who wants a transport back to the 50s? HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE HAIRSTYLES?!

  8. Your writing is so good. You grab the reader’s attention and hold on to it. I do think, however, that you should have said more about your mom.

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