Pizza night

Last night my brother invited us all over for a pizza night at his place. No, we don't order pizzas in. Lane cooks the pizzas from scratch, from the dough to the toppings. The result is a wonderful smorgasbord of delicious pizzas that are devoured within minutes of coming out of the oven, accompanied by a multitude of salads brought along by the rest of us and washed down with some beautiful wine.

These nights with my family are my favorite times. Our kids all get on really well and enjoy spending time together. We, as siblings, just sit around and talk and laugh. It's great.

Times with my family centers and grounds me again. It's as though I come back to the place where I find myself again. All facades fall away, the public face goes and I am just me; accepted and loved and a part of something good. I don't have to try, there's no effort involved. I just....be.

It's like coming home, even though there's now no longer a family home to come to. The home is the family and wherever the family gathers. When my parents sold the family home I was scared I'd feel homeless, but I don't. Home is wherever we all are.

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