I have been thinking a lot lately about what makes a family. As we try to shape two little boys & attempt to grow our little tribe I can't help but think about all those who have come before us... of the blood that runs in us & where it all came from. Part of why I love looking at old family photographs, especially of people I have never met, is to try to "see" what part of their soul was captured in that particular moment. I am in the middle of creating a wall of family photos... choosing several recent ones to print large & frame... as well as sifting through more extended family photos for a different wall. All of this has stirred up such gratitude for me... gratitude for having come from a loving family, for knowing how to create my own, and for being so lucky as to marry into one. No one is perfect, bad things happen, and sometimes it isn't your blood that makes a family... but feeling you are loved really is the most important foundation for us humans, isn't it?
On that note, we were so very lucky to recently visit with more cousins! This summer will now be referred to as "cousinpoluza". Thank you Pauline for such a fun dinner... it was great to have a place to visit and for all of the little monkeys to run around together.
Thank you Paul & Robin for coming across the pond to share your beautiful boys with us. (FYI we have now officially started the "Brits move back to the states" campaign. We sooo wish you lived closer!)
Looking forward to our trip in a couple of weeks... yes, cousinpoluza is making it's way to the East coast!
Things fall apart around me. Or because of me. One of those.
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