For the first 22 years of my life, I only had one brother.
|Little brother Todd, with mom.|
Of course, really the family I grew up in wasn't that small. I had grandparents, lots of aunts and uncles, and cousins that increased in number as I got older. And, happily for me, although we have sustained some losses, most of the family remains.
|At my cousin Liz's wedding|
Then there is the family that I married into. They have been my family, too, for almost 30 years.
|Part of the Casey family|
And what I am finding it that as our family grows, my definition of family expands, too. Technically, I suppose Bethany's sister-in-law and niece aren't my family, but it sure feels like they are. And although in our culture the parents of the women that my sons are preparing to marry would not be considered family, I think we'll claim them.
And then there are the wonderful friends, who feel like family.
So today, the day after the appointed day of thanksgiving, I am extremely thankful, as I try to always be, for God's good gift of family.
|Krissy, Lori, Jacqui, & Beth|