Things I Love About the People I Call Family
It's really, really easy to take the people in your life for granted. And yet, the moment they're gone, we suddenly have a renewed sense of gratitude for their presence in our life. There has been significant movement in my family and friends of late: arrivals and departures, shiftings and endings, as well as entirely new – and more authentic – ways of relating. As such, I've been reflecting much on what I most relish in my moments with loved ones: sharing meals (we eat well, my chosen family), laughter (my sister gets to laughing so much she's crying, and it's contagious), sharing adventure (in so many ways), sharing magical moments (it's what I live for), sharing the load (parenting, house projects, cooking)...in short, sharing life.
This post is an homage to those closest to me, the ones I call "chosen family". It only skims the surface of the depth of gratitude I feel for them, these co-teachers who are helping me evolve. We've clearly known each other for many a lifetime...and I hope to know them for many more. Thank you for co-learning the ropes with me.