An extra special Family Day

Eight years ago today, we welcomed home, with open arms, and much joy and delight, our firstborn son. Our now adult son.

I will never forget that feeling of watching in awe as he approached, seeing him for the first time, and then embracing him. Oh that embrace. At last.

Our son. Yet a stranger. Our son.
Who is, and always was, a part of us.
One of the best parts of us.
Back in our arms after nearly twenty-five years.

I will never forget what it was like to behold my grown son for the first time.
My own flesh and blood.
He had come back to me. To us.

For the first time ever, my husband and our four children, sat around our table together.

Our Family.

All of Us.

Together.
For the first time.

We shared a meal together.
For the first time.
We saw ourselves in each other.
For the first time.

We played games together.
For the first time.
We laughed together.
For the first time.

With faces beaming from happiness, I captured pictures of my four beautiful children together. For the first time ever.

But not the last time.

Truly one of The. Best. Days. Ever.
And the first of many more to come.
Life is better, now that we are all together. Because our roots remain as one.