I must admit, I am blessed with a pretty OK biological family. My bio-family is complex and complicated but, at the end of the day, we all have each other’s backs. We have endured a lot of “history” to make it to today; sometimes that history is good, sometimes it’s not so good, but it is our history (meaning past) and that is good.
Then there is my “other” family, the family I picked (and that picked me). My friend family…
Like my bio-family, my friend family is pretty small. Sure, I know HUNDREDS of people (and consider many of them “friends”) but my real, true and loyal friends are my family of choice. Some of them my Sweetie and I see once a week; some we see once a year. But these are the people you call blubbering at 4AM and – before they ask if you are insane – they make sure you are OK, offer to come over and tell you everything is going to be all right. Each of the men and women in my friend family share a personal history with me that is supportive and loving. My friends don’t hurt or disappoint me – maybe it’s because I try and be a good friend to them, too. Maybe it’s because I am lucky; whatever the reason, I am glad these guys and gals are in
my life our lives, me and my hub-bub’s – and I love them all.
Tonight MSW and I are gathering with many of our chosen family, celebrating the birthday of one of our family members. And while the party will have great drinks, amazing food, delicious cake (there BETTER be cake), the thing I am most looking forward to is being there with them all, all at once, all in one place. The air will be thick with love and support and I plan to breathe/soak in as much of it as I can. It’s not even my birthday and I am getting this great gift! Happy Saturday Night indeed!