My dad’s side of the family just had a reunion. Most of those who came were my dad’s cousins and their kids, some whom I vaguely remember from when I was young, and some whom I’ve never even met. It was interesting—all of these near-strangers, all somehow related to one another, gathering to meet or get reacquainted.
I chuckled to hear my 11-year-old nephew look around at the crowd and ask, “Am I actually related to all of these people?” He had the critical duty of helping carry in the crock pots, platters, trays, and bowls of food from the cars pulling in the driveway. He gleefully said to me, “Look at all of this food! And half of it’s dessert!”