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Almost every Thanksgiving weekend, we go away somewhere with Matt's family. It's a fun tradition. Matt has a big family. There are a lot of adults. There are a lot of kids. When we are all in the same room for a meal, it's just an explosion of noise... and sometimes food too.
Dinners with my family are a totally different experience. It's probably foolish to characterize a family with just one word, because there would be a desire to add an asterisk and an explanation for everything, but in general, I could call my family reserved. Let's just say, I grew up eating pizza with a knife and fork...
For our big Thanksgiving meal this weekend, my parents got invited to join in the celebrations with Matt's family. And they sat at the giant table (with room for about 35 people) and felt right at home in the middle of madness. Because that's what it's like with Matt's family. As long as you can handle the volume, they make you feel like you belong.
And so I'm thankful for family. My reserved family. Matt's boisterous family. And how I'm blessed to be a part of both of them.