My favorite, old pair of jeans.

My family is my favorite, old pair of jeans. They feel so good. They keep me warm. They fit.

There have been times I feel like I can’t possibly squeeze myself in them and other times that they overwhelm and swallow me, one creating panic that I may never fit in them again and the other leaving me momentarily content that I’ve moved on.

Sometimes I forget about them, toss them aside and after a bit, rediscover their greatness once again.

They’ve fallen apart so many times, then patched together again, each time needing a little something different.

I love that they are a constant, that they are a part of me. I rest assured that there’s no thread too thin to mend the rips. I love that right now, they fit perfectly, and when they don’t again, I know that they will.