This photo of my parents sums up a wonderful weekend we had recently in Dorset, Vermont. Tucked into a grove of pine trees, my cousin and his lovely bride were married in an outdoor chapel they built with their friends. The night culminated in hours of dancing under a gorgeous tent covered with sparkling lights. The weekend was filled with bonfires and s’mores, laughter, new babies, old friends, chilly swims, and starry nights. It was the first time in years my immediate family was altogether in one place, and looking over them, I often felt like my heart would burst.
Expecting our first baby in a few months, I’ve been reflecting on “family” this summer.– What does it mean? Who is in our’s? How to create one…
