My big, fat, Jewish family.

I want to post about my family. Only they aren't big. Or fat. They are Jewish. And they're mine. My crazy, "small but mighty" family. My family who lacks in size, but not in enthusiasm. I have been mulling over this post for hours and I still don't know how I want to say what I want to say.

My cousin Allison got married in Coronado this morning. Thursday night I met my parents at their hotel in Carlsbad. The last two days have been chock-full of family time. I could write a million things about the individual interactions, but here's the big picture: I adore my family and I am truly blessed to be a part of this crazy clan. I found myself in tears this afternoon as I left, not because I was so sad to leave at that moment, but because I know it will be months, if not years, before I see most of them again (not just because I live in DC, but bc they live in IL, IN, MO, AZ & CA). And I know that when I do see them again, it will be just as fun and as memorable as this time, but it's still not the way I'd choose for things to be if I was the one in charge.

Maggie spent Thursday night and most of Friday with my immediate family and she said that seeing them, and how happy everyone is together and how much love there is (and how evident it is), helps her understand why I want so strongly to have a family of my own one day. I never stopped to think about it that way, but it is certainly true. Not only that, though, I want my family to have a similar closeness and I wish, as I always do after events of this nature, that my life (which I love) hadn't taken me so far away from my parents and sisters. But then, that's how this life is and we make it work.