You can't choose your family, but in many parts of the world, you can choose your spouse. I am reminded constantly of how important it is to choose wisely. I'm so thankful I did. 

My mother passed away unexpectedly a year ago and I sank into the deepest depression I'd known. Although we'd become extremely close friends her last couple of years on earth. Tonight, while trying to be an ear for my dad's grievances about his life, I broke down to my husband telling him how growing up, my brother was my mom's favorite and although I was a daddy's girl, my rebellious sister was dad's favorite. At school, I was picked last for everything. I could never shake feeling like a "leftover". I felt like if people are telling you you're worthless, pay attention because it must be true. 

My wonderful husband took me in his arms, let me cry, and reminded me he chose me first. He wanted to marry me from the start and he saved his virginity just for me. I did the same.  And woohoo, I was brought back to reality. I wasn't a last resort for him - I wasn't a "leftover". He said he'd marry me again in a heartbeat. Because I listened to Mother Laura and waited for the RIGHT one, if I ever feel like I've been picked last again my husband asked me to be his girlfriend, told me he loved me, asked me to marry him, and made vows before God because he wanted to. I'm no consolation prize! 

Much love to you, 

Beth