In my day-to-day life, I’m surrounded by an amazing abundance of good people — people I’ve chosen and people who’ve chosen me. 
Honorary aunts and uncles, sisters and brothers.
Honorary children I get to mother with my own.

I am lucky to have this family, because I live a long, long way from the family I was born to.
Most of them live half way across the country and some live half way across the world.

This summer I am with lots of that distant family, the family I grew up with.
We’ve come together to do the things our moms & dads and grandmothers & grandfathers did when they were our age. 
We’ve come together to teach our kiddos to swim and eat sweet corn and talk.
We’ve come together to see stars and hear crickets.
We’ve come together to choose each other.

I am lucky to have this family. 
Miles don’t seem to matter as much you’d think they would, so long as we can come together every now and again.

It helps to have a rambly old wooden cottage with a long sleeping porch and a deep lake.
It helps to have favorite foods and funny sayings and old family card games.
It helps to have a little vacation time and some frequent flier miles.

That’s what’s summer’s for, if you ask me.

But come September?
Blogs and books.
Puttin’  the time/space continuum to shame.

I’ve missed ya’ll, and I just spent the last hour or so catching up on blog reading.
Another fine, fine way to come together… 

I am lucky.