Family. It is the word that I had struggled to define for most of my life. It was something that I might have had, but partially, never completely, always in a very confusing and heartbreaking way.

I used to say I didn’t care if I got married or not. I think it was because I had such skeptism about what the marriage might become.

Today, me, my husband and my three year old daughter went to our favorite art museum and spent the day there.

The way she admired the weather, the trees, the art, the books, and the laughters we had made me really feel so grateful.

It’s way more than just that. She makes me feel alive and in a way she definitely even heals me. How could I ever repay her?

How is life treating me so well like this? Letting me have such an angel like her?

I have a family now. This is what family should be. I am over the moon saying it. I have a family!

And my husband who cares and tries tons for us… I am so lucky to have you. Your devotion resonates in me and I am sure our daughter feels it somehow for sure.

Thank you, life.. don’t ever let me forget about this feeling.