Today would be my mom's sixty-second birthday. It's been eighteen years and thirty-seven days since her death. Having processed all the stages of grief years ago, special dates like birthdays now simply shift to noticing and reflecting.
Family is where the heart finds its home. There are no rules, no box that defines who can or cannot be your family. Families come in all forms. I feel extremely blessed tonight to have been invited to Thanksgiving dinner with a tight-knit group of kind-hearted humans that happen to be blood-related to each other (and not me).