This weekend marks the anniversary of my mom and her husband’s wedding. It’s when Mae’s Pop Pop became officially a family member. I’m so thankful for a family that is always growing and changing. There was a time in my life when I wasn’t good at this–accepting change. I wanted my family to stay the same. I felt protective of what it was. But I’ve slowly learned all the benefits of having a growing, large family. I have nieces and nephews and in-laws and stepsisters now. And while they can bring complication, they bring much more joy and knowledge than anything else. We are big and messy, but we show up for each other, and that is what makes a family.
Here is the poem I wrote for Tutu and Pop Pop’s wedding last year:
And so he kayaked into our lives with his silver curls,
rambling truck, soft words, quick grin,
and a mean foot massage,
and these two have been floating
together ever since, holding
one another’s paddles, becoming
the anchor or the current,
depending on the need.
He is our children’s Pop Pop,
our husband’s handyman, and our mother’s love.
She is our fairy, our foundation, our forever
place to land. Together,
they are the keepers
of bees and givers of sweet
honey. They’ve slowly collected
hive after hive, surrounding their
home in a loud buzz of energy
as if you can hear them expanding
larger and larger into love.
Here’s to continued expansion!