Our family is gathering this week for our third son Hyrum's wedding. The Scots (where I have roots) might refer to this as the gathering of the clan. Our oldest son Rob, his wife Jenny, and their two sons Brigham and Isaac are here. In another day, our second son Steve and his wife Melinda will arrive.
We are a noisy, boisterous, and hungry bunch. Insults are traded; food is consumed; laughter shared. The washing machine will be going full time. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Our cat Harley is even now seeking a quiet place. She has traded following patches of sunlight for the safety and security found beneath a chair. (Sometimes I am tempted to join her.)
So, for today, I am grateful for family.