|Aunt Kathy, (cousin)Susan and me|
Dancing, eating, picture taking and reconnecting, I enjoyed every moment of celebrating. Love found, families formed and made 'official', what's not to love?
There were moments of sweetness and hilarity. Paul's 16 year old son and best man delivered the best toast I have ever witnessed. It was heartfelt and hilarious, delivered with the timing of a late night talk show host. He ended the toast by telling his dad and new step mom that he loved them more than anything in the world, as their eyes filled with tears and a collective sigh was breathed by the guests, he added "except for the Patriots."
|It really did look like white chocolate!|
|Uncle Stephen and me|
|Aunt Nora, me and (cousin) Reema|
There is one detail of these weddings that is remarkable for me. Both of the grooms are part of my birth family. Paul is the son of my birth mother's brother, Rob. Stephen is the brother of my birth father, Tim.
I have shared in previous blog posts that I have found 'reunion' complicated in many ways. One place that I have experienced a sense of uncomplicated belonging is in my extended birth family. Aunt, uncle, cousin, first cousin once removed (or is that second cousin?) are not words that trigger conflict, loyalty issues or role confusion for me. You can have lots of extended family members. It's so liberating! You can form deep relationships with those you connect with, and just see the others at weddings and funerals. It's so easy!
|Aunt Kathy, Susan, Uncle Rob, Samantha (Paul's daughter) (cousin) Paul and me|
In the spirit of celebrating love, I am celebrating the love of my family, both birth and adoptive. Sure, you need a keen memory, and perhaps a chart to keep them all straight, but who's luckier than me?