Daily Diary: Family always doesn’t mean by blood

I’ve been VERY fortunate in my lifetime to meet certain people who have meant as much to me as family.   I’ve always believed in past lives and the only way I’ve ever been able to explain the connection I’ve had with certain people is that I must have known them in a past life.  Somewhere, somehow… many, many years ago… they were family to me. And I know this because the bond here in present day is still so alive and so real.

I felt this the moment I met Vera Sweeney.  We met. We bonded. That was it… we were best friends.

I was beyond honored when they asked my husband and me to be the Godparents to their new son Caleb.  I loved Caleb the second Vera told me she was pregnant with him… and I knew he was going to be a special little man in my life, always.

Yesterday we Baptized Caleb and it became every more apparent to me that being “family” does not always mean by blood. Vera’s family is my family. My family is Vera’s family. It’s as simple as that.  Somewhere… a long, long time ago… Vera and I were sisters, I know that like I know the sky is blue.  To see the bond that our husbands have. To see the bond that our children have. It’s a beautiful thing. It’s a family thing.

I loved yesterday. It was a great day.  A full celebration!