So I previously asked what term might better describe my family than "blended." Blending is something that happens in the kitchen or, I'm told, how a woman should put on eyeshadow so it looks natural (whatever). The parts are supposed to be indistinguishable and that's clearly not how families are -- there will always be yours and mine no matter how much we love them as ours.
What we really are is woven together. The threads of his family and the threads of mine weave in-and-out like one of those colorful pot-holders we made back in the day. We're individual pieces that come together from different places and move into each others' lives, creating a new, different and hopefully strong fabric that will hold up through the years.
I like "woven," but if you've got a better idea, please share.
Until next time, choose happy.
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