There is something special to be said for people who do something when they aren't asked, without hesitation, with sacrifices, and do it under the decree of love. Because of these types of people, I have been given a life that is far from what I ever imagined, but that I would never wish to change. These people have created a way for me when I didn't have one, built a love over me that hedges my doubts and fears, and have given me a house and turned it into my home.
Being a foster child since the age of 12 has changed my entire life for the better. Now that I'm 19, I have been given the chance to see life and all that it has to offer through eyes that I do not consider my own.
Coming from the foster child side of life, I have experienced a "have, hold, choice" kind of love. A love no different from any other love, but a love fit for someone like me. I have lived with family members, acquaintances, and even complete strangers before.
For the last three years, my "have, hold, choice" experience has been amazing because of two very special people who have me, hold me, and choose me every single day: the people I get to say are my parents. So what they didn't have me, but boy do they now.
My mom and dad have me more than any two people I know. They definitely didn't have to allow a spot into their family for me, but they did. They don't have to love me, but they do. They don't have to watch over me, encourage me, support me, guide my steps, but they HAVE.
They hold me. They hold me when it's cold outside and when I'm crying over boys or in some romance movie mom wanted to watch. They hold my hand through every tough decision like college, outfits (God knows I have no fashion sense), graduation, student loans, and thousands of my everyday endeavors. They are the best hand holds I know.
Lastly, they have chosen me. I am so thankful that God saw it fit to allow these two to love me the way that they have and do. Wether it is waking up to make breakfast, do my laundry, help with my homework, teach me lessons in both life and love. They didn't give birth to me, but they still chose me. And that in itself is something to be celebrated.
So if you have one person, or two or ten that HAVE you, HOLD you, and CHOOSE you without obligation and under sacrifices, hug them a little tighter and let them love you, even when you are fighting difficult and feel undeserving, let them because they have chosen to.