Friday, November 21, 2014

One Fateful June Day

Laughter rang out across the park as the clan milled around the gazebo.  Zachary stood at the edge gazing out, with his characteristic closed lip smile curving ever so slightly.  Tabitha flitted in and amongst the gathering, speaking life into her fellow members.  Father Don nervously edged around the burgers, whilst our Matriarch calmly and lovingly governed the humming gathering.  Hillary nested herself amongst the elder ladies of the land and proceeded to declare the delights of natural homebirthing.  I strolled into this setting unaware that this was to become my life and this tribe, my clan.  

As life generally goes, in that moment we were caught up, and perhaps none foresaw the events that would unfold in the next year and a half.  Late nights being introduced to the Avengers and a scandalous ER adventure that may have included National Geographic commercials.  There were cases of innocent cars being abandoned across the county as the young members of the clan embarked on wild, unpredictable adventures.  There were tears in the Matriarch's presence contrasted with humorous banter surrounding Mr. Holland's Opus and White Christmas.  Hillary and Brooke interchangeably navigated the treacherous straights of adulthood on a chicken wing and a prayer, whilst Willis and Zachary trudged through greater halls of learning.  It was a blooming miracle that Matriarch, Father Donald and Patriarch Dick survived the antics of the younger clan members.  Between partying with Emperor Mao and the Russian Pressies, and forgetting to catch a late night ferry, the clan experienced life to its fullest.  

We invite you, our reader into the midst of our life.  Jesus, football, adventures and lots of love, we're wild, we're loud, and this is our clan.