Sunday, 8 April 2007

becoming

And Easter was beautiful.

It snowed (!?) the night before - a good two feet - and was busy melting off under a bright blue sky when I wrestled the kids into Easter outfits (Cass: Why can't I wear these jeans? Me: Because the Easter Bunny wouldn't like it. Go change.) and we left to drive the short way up to my sister-in-law's house.

Where the kids were loved and petted and adored and horsed around with, and halfway through a lovely Easter ham dinner, chatting with all of Bear's family and laughing about something my father-in-law said, it struck me that

not only do I not feel like such an outsider anymore,
but that these people - these kind and funny people, who love my children and actively try to help make their worlds better -

are my family now.

It makes me feel heart-warmed and sad all at the same time. Glad that B has such a terrific family, with strong roots and hearts that have wings, and grateful that both Cass and Rosey are learning that goodness of spirit, but missing my own far-flung family.

And maybe (just maybe!) missing sitting at their tables too.

3 comments:

Dawn said...

This is a shared experience this year. My girlfriends and I were just talking about it...Oh well at least they are a good, warm, and loving family and not lunatics. Happy Belated Easter.

Wisconsin Crunchy Mama said...

That's got to be hard. When do you get to come to the states for a visit?

Anonymous said...

I am glad that you are welcomed and happy. But you can no more have left than I can I could have let you go. Isn't it lovely; without all the trouble of cloning you can be many places at once because you are in many hearts and heads.

Happy Easter
Godmother R