I have been dating my boyfriend for five months on the dot today.

Everything had been going so perfectly. My family seemed to like him, he treated me like a princess, I liked his family, and we both were very happy.

There came a point though where my Lola, aka my grandma, would always ask to meet this guy who made me feel so special. This led to even more members of my family asking to meet him.

I value family above almost everything, which is something that my boyfriend and I have in common, so all of these people mean a great deal to me. Then, seeing as I was planning a trip up to see them all this summer I figured now would be as good a time as any to bring my boyfriend along to meet them all.

As I mentioned earlier, we have only been dating for five months, so meeting my family may have seemed a bit fast, but we had been best friends long before that, so to us, it seemed natural.

The time finally came around for the trip and I was nervous because I had never brought any boy to meet them but at the same time I knew everything would be fine.

My Lola met him first and showered him with food and stories. My Papa was also there and he suffers from Alzheimer's disease so that made me nervous since he sometimes gets confused and upset when he meets new people. He seemed to like him though after his initial confusion faded.

He then met the rest of my family and got along perfectly with everyone. This didn't surprise me though because he usually does get along with everyone, seeing as he is so easy going.

I was so happy and overjoyed that they seemed to embrace him as much as I did.

Then, one day we were at my Lola's and my Papa was in a good mood so he started to dance with my Lola.

They were smiling and laughing while the rest of us clapped.

They then encouraged my boyfriend and me to join in so we linked hands with them and we danced in a circle together.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry for so many reasons. One being that my Papa has been so sick and that was the happiest I have seen him in a long time.

Another reason was that my Lola was so happy to see him enjoying himself and after all her effort she has put into caring for him, she got to see a quick glimpse of the man he was before he got sick.

The last reason was that I felt so loved. I was in a room full of people who loved me. Each of them had different memories with me and a different relationship with me but I knew that all of them loved me immensely.

Everyone loved each other.

My family, including my Papa it seemed, accepted my boyfriend, minus my family on my mother's side who haven't met him yet but will do so soon. This meant a lot to me as I wanted everyone to be happy.

I realized I didn't know how long I had with my Papa and that it was very important to me that he liked him because I wanted him to know I was happy like I know he wanted me to be.

On the car ride home I then wondered to my self if someone who values family so much could ever work out with someone who their family did not like.

I think for some they may be able to make it work but I have had a boyfriend before my family was not too keen on and it made everything a billion times harder because you never want to feel like you are choosing one over the other.

With my family liking my boyfriend it made things so much easier because I felt I could be surrounded by people who made me feel special and loved, rather than having to step on eggshells.

I guess it all just depends on the situation but for me, I don't know how well a relationship for me would go with someone who my family didn't like just because of how large a part in my life they play.

Some people may argue that they don't care if their family doesn't like them and that what they think about their significant other is all that matters but for me personally I do care because they are apart of the people who have shaped me into the person I am today.