My in-laws are two of the greatest people I know. They became family through my marriage, but they are also completely chosen family.
From the moment we met, they welcomed me without reservation. They’ve cared for me, loved me, and made space for me in ways I hadn’t experienced before. I’m profoundly grateful to have them in my life.
I love them for countless reasons, but recently, they have shown up in ways that fill gaps I’ve carried for so long—gaps that my own immediate family left unfilled.
They’ve taught me what consistent familial love looks like and how it can continue to expand rather than contract. They’ve become my role models, showing me a kind of love that feels both foreign and inspiring.
It’s hard to capture in words the depth of love I have for them or to adequately express their impact on my life.
What I can say with certainty is this: they didn’t just gain a daughter-in-law when their son married me—I gained the parents I always needed.
And that gift has changed everything about how I understand family, love, and my own worth.
