As I wait for my flight back to Dallas, I'm thinking about family. I count myself blessed in that for me, time with my 'official' (for lack of a better term) family is something I love. Our relationships are far from perfect, but I enjoy the company of my parents, my siblings, their spouses, and their kids.
I know that's not the case for a lot of people, sadly. But my official family has also taught me that family is more than those people we can draw lines to on a genealogy chart. I have friends closer than many of my cousins (most of them, to be honest), and nieces and nephews with no ties of blood.
So to you, my friends and more than friends, I wish you a happy holiday season. May your winter be filled with the love of family, however that family is built.