I have long said that my 'family' is bigger than those born into it.
And this past weekend, I had the privilege of meeting family that was mine, in a roundabout way.
|We tried to blend in at church--the only one who succeeded was|
Eric who looked very much like part of the community.
My aunt passed away 24 years ago--that was the last time I saw my uncle.
Until last weekend.
This past weekend, all five of us took a road trip to meet my three step-cousins and aunt. And to visit with my uncle.
To be honest, I had to manufacture a reason to go meet them. It's a bit nerve wracking, after so many years to make yourself known, to open up your flaws and family to new people. Especially since my grandparents have treated the girls as granddaughters for many years. I was nervous I wouldn't be good enough for their social standards.
But that was just silliness.
|Me and Allie, Tammy, and Jacquie|
We shared meals at my aunt and uncle's house and at my other step-cousin and her family's farm. We worshipped together. We recognized that while we practice our faiths differently, we share similar beliefs.
And they are beautiful women. Faithful women. Women I am proud to call family.
|My kids with Caroline, Jacquie's daughter|
I proud to say they are a part of my family, because family is bigger than the people who share blood ties. Family is as big as God's love is wide.