Family:
Put people under the same roof or around a table and watch it form.

It doesn't always happen...and sometimes it's dysfunctional, but most of the time it's beautiful.  It's beautiful when you begin to take interest in the lives that live around you.  It's beautiful when you realize how incomplete the family would be if one person were missing.  It's beautiful when you can look around and despite knowing the not so beautiful stuff about a person... you can still see beauty.

I'm learning family isn't defined by blood but rather by the willingness to find beauty in someone.