To your family, that is. Sure, people may know you. They may know about you. They may be aware of something fancy you did. That’s all fine and good. There’s nothing wrong with people thinking you are special. But when you walk through the door to the place where you call home, do the people who live with you think you hung the moon? When you go visit your parents, sibling, nieces or nephews, do they smile when they see your face? When you kiss your spouse at the end of the day, do they know they are loved? Today is my firstborn’s 10th birthday. Before he entered my world in 1999, I had no idea how unexplainable and unimaginable the love I’d have for him would be. It is truly something that I wouldn’t trade for anything. It doesn’t matter how many people read my blog. It doesn’t matter if someone thinks I’ve hung the moon because I extended forgiveness. It doesn’t matter if someone enjoys my company. It doesn’t matter if I shared something with a group and they had an aha moment. While I like that people read my blog and think I’m nice and enjoy my company and think that I have something important to say, there is one thing that is more important. My family. I want to be a big deal to them.