family ties.

I'm blessed.

Not in the material sense, but in the sense that in a world filled with billions, there is a small handful of people who get me like no other. I’m blessed because I witness firsthand prayers that avail. I’m blessed because the same hands that pray, are the same hands that comfort. From comfort meals to comfortable living, these hands worked endlessly to prepare the life laid out before their children, and their children’s children, and beyond.

I’m grateful.

Not just in the sense of being thankful, but in the sense of knowing that many can’t relate like how I relate. Family isn’t a subject of black and white, it’s a subject of vivid color. It’s a mixture of orange and yellow hues, surrounded by warmth that’s personified in joyful greetings and laughter. It’s the subtle touch of pink, a faint blush that appears when you’re wrapped in an unexpected hug. It’s a few strokes of blue here and there, seen in the hidden moments when you’re alone. But most importantly, it’s green. It’s witnessing growth in abnormal patterns, realizing that the seeds you planted years ago are blooming into fruit you could only imagine.

I’m aware.

Not in the present sense, but when acknowledging Father Time, I also take time to acknowledge the Father. I know life does not come easy, instead it’s rather hard. Yet I’m aware that maybe, just maybe, if I have a connection to these ties, my burden may be light.

I’m loved.

For the seeds you’ve planted, may the roots remain deeply established, and the foliage blooms toward something greater. ties, that will not waver.