One of the things I love about getting older is the bigger family you have as an adult.
As a child my family was very straightforward: siblings and parents, and grandparents on high days and holidays. Now, my family is so much bigger and more complicated to explain. Nephews, sisters-in-law, my partner's grandparents, neices, brothers-in-law, my sister's mother-in-law - all these extra people are now a part of a very extended family; I love it. And in the years to come, hopefully there will also be sons-in-law, grandchildren, nephew's wives and all sorts of other characters to add to the mix.
I spent a happy day yesterday, sewing a quilt with one of my three sisters-in-law. It made me reflect that all of them are very different but equally loveable. Here's why:
- one of them takes the best photos in the world
- one of them sees these clothes pegs and knows how much I would love them
- one of them understands all about being married to a twin
- they all love my children and relish being aunties
- they are all very accepting and laid-back
- they will go on knicker-making workshops with me and snort with laughter at the word 'gusset'
- all of them sit very happily in a halfway land between sister and close friend. Not one thing nor the other, but in many ways a bit of both.