13.2.18 Pancake Day at the Mundays'
Have you ever had something in your life so precious that it's hard to talk about? Something so fundamental to your world spinning and growing that to try and give it words makes you pull up short. It's like trying to describe what colour feels like, or oxygen.
Some families you're born into, others you make, but another kind still is the family you find. I'm not even sure how it happens. There's no spoken consensus. No marriage or birth or ceremony, it's just... that's what you are now. From the outside, no one would know it, no one would know to place you all together, but if they were to dig deep under the ground of you they would see it. You're all joined up.
A few years ago, I found a sister that way. With her came brother-in-law, niece, nephews. I don't get to call them those things, but that's what they are.
We're taught that only romance can give us the love stories we crave.
I say, come sit with me at my best friends' table on pancake day, our formed-family delighting in every part of each other, laughing loud enough to make the sugar shake, and tell me that's still true.