The main topic that Sandi talked about today was the subject of "blended families." Sandi had four children of her own from her previous marriage and her husband, Don, had three. After they married, they adopted a little boy named Sam. One of the things she said with regards to blended families is that there is always a loss--either a loss because of a death or a loss because of a divorce. She asked the audience how many were part of a blended family. I didn't realize until everyone had put their hands down that I should have raised mine. I never considered myself part of a blended family and never thought I would be, but because of the loss of Wayne's dad, I guess I am now. Maybe I didn't raise my hand because my "blended" family doesn't really seem like one after all. We never see them; have no relationship with them and probably wouldn't recognize them if we saw them on the street. So are we a family? Does sitting in a livingroom at different tables for Christmas constitute a "family gathering"? Another speaker said today that we all "have our own messes as families." Boy, do we ever! It's crazy. Absolutely crazy. And it really angers me.
Uncle Steve and Aunt Donna popped in again today on their way to yet another "mowing." Talk about family. They are the only ones on Wayne's side of the family that care anything about Alise. They treat her like she is their own granddaughter and for that, I am thankful. Thankful that Alise has an aunt and uncle who love her and think the world of her.
By the way, I called Orient Express yesterday to check on the status of the Raggady Ann dress that I ordered for Alise (I was hoping it would be in before Tuesday for her pictures). They told me it was on back order. I was like, "THat's not what it said on the internet". Anyway, to make a long story short, the dress is on backorder and there is no way it will be in on time for Tuesday. Looks like my luck really stinks right now.