Psst. Guess what.

I don’t want to tell you this.

But, it’s true.

I wasn’t able to celebrate the holidays the way we all dreamed for ourselves, as a child.

A momma.
A papa.
Aunts and uncles.
And a gaggle full of cousins.

Instead, my husband Eric and I packed up a 9×13 pan of scalloped potatoes, along with four bottles of Martinelli’s apple cider into the back trunk, and buckled our three year old CJ and six year old TJ in the back seat.

I turned back to smile at the boys and said, “Isn’t this going to be fun? We’re going to Auntie Merrianne’s and Uncle Roderick’s for Thanksgiving!”

But, as we drove off into the cold November air onto the freeway that quiet afternoon, I wondered  — What does Jesus think of all this? Celebrating with friends, instead of my family of origin?

Because the truth is, you see, Merrianne isn’t really my sister. And Roderick isn’t my brother-in-law…

To be continued…

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