Although I intensely missed spending Thanksgiving with my family in my hometown, I'm lucky to be marrying a man with a family I also enjoy being with for extended periods of time. A group of people I can also call my own. Admittedly, it took some time to get there. Becoming part of a new family can be very stressful and uncomfortable. In some ways, I instantly felt like I belonged in A's family. But man, three older sisters with opinions and a deep love for their baby brother can scare even the most friendly girl. Thankfully I have something in common with all of them and it didn't take long for us to develop a good relationship.
Having multiple families isn't a new concept to me. With my mom's family and two dads' families, I'm used to traveling around the city on Thanksgiving and splitting Christmas among several households. So, I firmly believe no family can ever replace another family. They're all important in shaping who you are in a different way. My family is one of a kind, as is A's. I've learned to appreciate the difference in dynamics between our two families. My family is a raucous love coated in sarcasm. His is more openly supportive and loving. A's mom always says, "There's always room for more family." I completely agree. She always says I'm already part of theirs, but I'm excited for it to become real.
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