Being a dad has its privileges: late nights, poopy diapers, messy apartment, and knowing that it is all worth it because you are 50% responsible for the best thing to hit the planet. There is one other perk: hearing great stories.
Tonight, some of my extended family came over for dinner and to meet Alastair for the first time. We are a large, and fairly close-knit, family. However, we do have our secrets. What family doesn't? Well, some came out tonight. I won't focus on the sad ones, but there were so many stories of extraordinary things happening. Babies survived risky deliveries and are now my teenage cousins.
I never heard these tales before. I don't know if it was because I was young, or I just wasn't part of the club. My wife and I are among the first of our friends to have children; there has not been much celebration of this rite of passage. People smile, and remember, and give some token advise that we heard a billion times before. But tonight, we talked about surviving and coping as a family.
There was laughing and respectful silence.
It was great and I am grateful.
My question:
A picture of what family should be linked to the purple text?
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