"Whose-at?" he asked.
"Your cousin." I said
"Oh. My cun-sin? Yeah, my cun-sin. They're all mine? They're all mine!"
I'm so glad all these crazy kids are getting reacquainted.
I had a moment or
Distance doesn't define us. The stinking Air Force and Navy, nursing and investigating and retiredom and motherhood doesn't define us. Situations and missed birthdays and not meeting new family members until they're a year old does not define us. Heartache and missing spouses and autism doesn't define us. Little ones not remembering their cousins and mini van growth and a cat hunt during a photo shoot does not define us.
Love defines us. The love of a Savior that has rescued us vagabonds. The love of parents that have stayed together. The love of siblings, the grown ones and the little ones. The love of family. My God, how I love these people. Thank you thank you thank you for placing me in this family.