Think you don’t have one? Build it. It’s simpler than you think. Choose your people. Pick someone who makes you laugh until you snort. Pick someone who brings you soup when you’re sad.
Then, create your rituals. A Tuesday taco night. A shared playlist called “Vibes of the Realm.” A secret handshake that’s really just a high-five that went wrong. It counts. The crown is earned, not given.
Funny detail: One woman I know made her Crown Family from a dog park gang. They meet every Saturday. Their crown? A single, shared leash that’s been chewed ten times. They call it “The Scepter.” I’m not kidding.
The Big Reveal
So, what makes a family a Crown Family? It’s not a castle. It’s not a last name. It’s the chaos you choose. The people who see your crown—even if it’s just a paper one from a birthday party—and say, “Yes, you are royalty.”
It’s the safety to be your weirdest, truest self. The people who will help you bury a body (hypothetically, of course). The ones who save you a seat, a slice of cake, and a spot in their heart. That’s the crown.
Go find your people. Or better yet, be the person who crowns someone else. Because in the end, the best families aren’t born. They’re assembled, one laughing, ridiculous, loyal piece at a time.
And remember: if you bring tacos, you’re already halfway to being crowned. Long live the weirdos.
