My family gets together for dinner every Sunday. We don't all make it every Sunday, but everyone is always welcome.
This week, my brother turned to me, and said, "I get a kick out of talking about you to the people at work. I told them yesterday that I was excited for family dinner, because my sister and the man she lives with are coming. And her exhusband and his new girlfriend."
(D's girlfriend hasn't come to dinner yet. She's feeling a little nervous about being grilled by D's brothers... and to be honest, with the way he has grilled THEIR girlfriends, she should be a tiny bit nervous. I look forward to when she does come.)
It felt a little strange to hear it all spelled out like that... and it feels kind of wonderful. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect.
I love this. I'm surrounded by love and friendship and family (some chosen, some related). It couldn't have worked out better if I had planned it, and I definitely did NOT plan this.
How could I have planned this?
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
When you say it like that, it sounds like we belong on a sitcom
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I'm pretty sure our family does belong in a sitcom.ReplyDelete
I'd probably watch that sitcom... and I don't watch many sitcoms...Delete