A Proud Family
Growing up I loved my Mother, and my Grandparents. My brothers I really could not stand but always felt the need to defend them (Don’t fuck with the Rowley Boys, they’ll put you in the hospital) but I never really felt the closeness of “family†with any of them. Not even when my older brother moved his family in to my house. They were not a close batch of biscuits and I could not stand his wife (at the time). I didn’t even feel the closeness of Family when I got married to my ex-wife. Yes, I loved her, but we were not family…a couple yes, but not a family.
 Now that I’ve found Cyndi though, that has changed. I feel a special closeness down here that I’ve never felt before. This family has flaws, but you can feel the love. Maybe it’s the interaction I now have with children, maybe it’s the deeper love I hold for Cyndi, maybe it’s how her kids treat her, I really don’t know, but what I do know is that there is something magickal here. Something that’s been missing all of my life. Something I am very happy to now be a part of.
 My newfound daughters do not call me Father, but I do like to think they call me friend. I’m also friends with the grand children, and close friends (at least for now while they are still young). I’m proud as any blood relative could ever be of each and every one of them. I love them all in their own special way, and I’m happy that I am a part of their lives, and more importantly I am proud that they are a part of mine.
 I look forward to my family growing and of being a part of it for many years to come.
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