Family

Family

Some family you are born with, and some family you choose.  But, they are both family.  One set isn’t more family just because you weren’t born to them; and the other set isn’t more compatible just because you didn’t get to choose them.

When one member of your family rejoices, you rejoice.  When one member of your family is in pain, you are in pain.

When something good happens to a member of your family, you think how lucky your family is. (and by extension how lucky you are).  When something bad happens to a member of your family, you hurt as much as if it had happened to you.

As I write this, I am rejoicing beyond belief that my youngest daughter has decided to put our Lord on in baptism and start her new life as a “baby Christian” (as her younger brother called it).  The highest high a mom can feel.

I am also saddened beyond belief by the news that another member of my family, a wife, a woman more courageous and classy than I could ever hope to become, is having to deal with the great sadness and betrayal that no wife should ever have to face.

It is unbelievable that you can feel such extreme highs and lows in one short 3 hour period.