Not even when I met her
It wasn't when I told them
Not even when they met her
Carrying us over the seasons
And through holidays and birthdays
Into an engagement and a wedding
Did it happen then and that way?
It wasn't then that it appeared.
Settling in to a new chapter
Starting this new adventure
A never ending sleepover
It didn't happen on a certain day
Or even week or month
It just was there one day
Like it had always been
Some say created by commitment
Others the stories we share
It could have been the arguments
It could even have been the giggles
The thing that make us ours
This thing that crept up slowly
This thing that took time
Is a thing we call family
Created from broken dreams
Bringing together the imperfects
Weaving together our story
Creating beauty from the ashes
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