Yesterday was Thanksgiving, which also signals the beginning of the holiday season. And while I've always loved them all and enjoy them, each year of my adult life there is a moment where I feel some sadness.
Merriam-Webster defines "family" as such:
1 : a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head : household
2 a : a group of persons of common ancestry : clan b : a people or group of peoples regarded as deriving from a common stock : race
3 a : a group of people united by certain convictions or a common affiliation : fellowship b : the staff of a high official (as the President)
4 : a group of things related by common characteristics:
I'm one of these unusual people who don't have any family, other than my daughter, as defined by definition 2. And that's quite literally true. I don't have parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins. Nor do I have in-laws (which, ok really, maybe I shouldn't complain about).
But after a particularly tumultuous 2009 for me and my closest peeps, where lines in the sand were drawn, and some left us for paradise too soon, yesterday I was shown that family is more than just having genes in common. For me, it's more akin to definition 2b, 3, and 4. You see, all day long I was reminded from all directions that I'm thought of, loved, and cared for by people that don't have my hazel eyes or weirdly small feet.
In the morning, I was txted by my 3 closest girlfriends who told me that they love me and are thankful that I'm in their life (I also heard from quite a few others, just reaching out to say Happy Thanksgiving). That afternoon, my daughter and I were included (along with some of my best friends) in a delicious and damn good time of a Thanksgiving dinner by some new friends I'd only met 3 times before. High school and childhood friends, both local and far away, posted love and warm wishes to my Facebook page. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a txt message from another good friend, excited to share with me that his favorite college football team won (again, lol).
And while I do continue to miss my mom and sometimes wish for a room full of cousins, there are other ways to define and create your tribe. Take it from me - It's not blood lines or legal documents that make a family. It's love. Plain and simple. And I have an abundance of it.
I'll always be the Father of the bride for you.
ReplyDeleteAaaawwww! Thanks, Paul. Love ya!
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