My family is bigger than it was when I was a kid. There’s a stepdad and new siblings and in-laws. Over the years our family has expanded and contracted a few times and I’m sure it will continue to change in the future. It doesn’t matter that these people are new, we still love each other just the same.
But there is something that I feel when it’s back to us original four, my mother, brother, my sister and me. Tonight the four of us ended up together and it was the first time in a while that it was just us. I felt a shift in my soul, like how I felt when I was with my family as a kid. You know the feeling you used to get when you’d wake from a nightmare or come home from a sleepover and your family was all there and you felt like you belonged? That warm sensation that crept through you like the first gulp of hot chocolate after coming in from the snow. It’s a feeling that just wraps you up and says; “This. This is where you’ve come from. This is where you belong. This is where you are loved. This is home.”
I love my big family and all it’s extensions, there’s no doubt about that. But I will always cherish the little foursome that I grew up in, and the special love that we had.
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