Home is Where Your Story Begins

Just spent the weekend back east with my family--parents, siblings, cousins. The reason for my whirlwind trip? My nephew, Bill, married a wonderful young woman named Steph. Their marriage expands our family in a whole new way, connecting our family with her family, the Tighes.
Christa was a flower girl with her cousin, Caroline. She eagerly anticipated this event for months since Bill and Steph called and asked her to be part of their wedding ceremony. The oldest cousin (age 25) asking the youngest cousin (age 5 1/2) to be part of the celebration.

So, what's my point in all this?

HOME IS WHERE YOUR FAMILY BEGINS--but it's not neccessarily where your family ends. My brothers and sisters and I have taken different roads since those years we shared a single bathroom, crowded around our dining room table, and packed into our family car for treks north to Vermont for summer vacations.
But, for the weekend, we were together again with our spouses and children and families. We celebrated family in a whole new way.
My brother, Kenny, summed it up best with this quote:

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. (Clara Ortega)