I had an I-hate-Nebraska moment this weekend. It really was just a moment–okay a couple hours– and it wasn’t even that I hate it. I am mostly really happy, thankful, and excited (sometimes I just don’t think about where I live, or don’t live). I’m all of those things because this is our adventure– me and Caleb. Ours.
That’s how family gets made. Not by ceremonies or certificates, and not by parties and celebrations. Family gets made when you decide to hold hands and sit shoulder to shoulder when it seems like the sky is falling. Family gets made when the world becomes strange and disorienting, and the only face you recognize is his. Family gets made when the future obscures itself like a solar eclipse, and in the intervening darkness, you decide that no matter what happens in the night, you’ll face it as one.
Cold Tangerines, Shauna Niequist
And that’s probably why I am so thankful, maybe even most thankful for those I-hate-Nebraska moments, because those are what are making us family.