It's difficult to express gratitude for the people you had no role in choosing and can never let go off. Of course, that stands true the other way round too.
If I think, I have three families. The one I was born to, the one I acquired and the one I made.
The family I was born to: I didn't choose them but they did choose me in some way. My parents wanted a daughter and had names shortlisted only for a girl. My mother was told, there is a risk of her not surviving if she went ahead with her pregnancy. So yes, I was born to parents who wanted me. And were so content with me, they made a decision to not have more. (I suspect since neither wanted a son, they didn't want to take any risks :P )
That itself is a lot to be grateful for. To be born to parents who wanted you and only you, never tried to dominate your choices or not give you space (I am the only child, it was a luxury to get 'space'). I grew up to be much lesser than what they or the rest of my family, and the generations before had achieved in life - still all my mother has against me is, I don't take care enough care of my health. I was never pampered or spoilt, instead brought up to be independent. One cannot thank their parents in a blog post, so I will just stop.
For the rest of my family, I wouldn't want to trade or do away with even one of them. I haven't compared my family with any other, so saying I have the best will sound stupid, but yes, I am very content with the family I have.
The family I acquired: For being nothing like the horrible in-law families I hear about but most importantly, for giving me Sankalp.
The family I made: I have no idea how I survived life without him. We have had some very rough patches, still do and will always do. We are in no way similar and fight like crazy teenagers but he and I make the family, our family.
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