I spent Thanksgiving with my great big mixed up happy family.
Kind of like a Brady Bunch of two individually intact families. Maybe it doesn’t make sense.
But no family really makes sense, now does it?
Allow me to borrow the words of Erma Bombeck below.
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.
This quote describes us well. It makes me smile each time I read it. This Thanksgiving, this year, we did as we only know.
What began with ten of us: three boys, three girls, four adults and -- no idea where this would take us, 20 years later, and now over 25 of us, we now know. We congregate… coming from far and wide… bringing spouses, offspring, who are now friends and who call themselves cousins. New generations of one big mixed up happy family.
And I am so grateful for each of them in my life. And for these beautiful Thanksgiving memories being shared among several generations. Each person has so much positive to offer, different mixes of people freely mingling and catching up while catching rays in our special spot of the world.
It is something so rare, so beautiful and for which I am so grateful.
One of these days, I will get everyone together for a wild and crazy, mixed up picture of love and thanks. And for that I will be extremely grateful. But, as I said… we are a strange little band of characters….. and in time…. we’ll figure it out. Don’t hold your breath.
~K
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