So after a traumatic day of shopping, I went to dinner with the "other" members of my family. This group of people, that I'm not even related to by blood, and barely related to by marriage, I call my "in laws." They are a random, quirky group of people that love each other no matter what, and are completely inclusive, without the hint of pretention. And they have included me in everything from day one, and are genuinely happy to see me every time we get together. And I am blessed because of them.
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