My sister recently shared with me that she was feeling a "lack-o-kinfolk" and I must agree. Our family has always been small, and in the past few years we lost our last grandmother, and a dear aunt and uncle. Even if we got it together and had a reunion, there'd be less than 20 people there.
There is something so appealing about the notion of an extended family. A stepping stool of different ages, a crop of oddball cousins, an ever-changing slew of nieces and nephews. And some extra people—an interesting variety of "spares" to fill in and round out parties and whatnot.
Though I can't change my bloodline family, I am trying to bring those I have closer. My future hope is that our move to a smaller town, which is scheduled to happen in the next year, will provide a place where my sister, my husband and myself can meet new people and join a community that will bind us in the velvet ribbons of heart connections.
We just have to make it so.
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