People used to tell me

 People used to tell me I was doing it wrong because my world revolved around my family.

Because I wanted to be with them more than I wanted to be anywhere else.
Because I found joy in their joy.
Because I lost interest in the things that didn’t involve them.
I even believed them.

But now I know.

That’s not weakness. That’s not losing myself.
That’s love. Real, steady, soft love.

It’s okay if my hobbies are building Lego towers and watching soccer practice.
It’s okay if my favorite conversations happen over spilled milk at the dinner table.
It’s okay if we’re always together, figuring it out as a team.

This isn’t codependency.
This is choosing each other. Every single day.

We’re not just surviving here.
We’re building something sacred.