Weddings and Families

The average American has some type of sedentary job, requiring them to be sitting for a good 7-10 hours a day.  On Friday, I had the pleasure of pretending to be a chef for 12 hours straight (which meant I was also standing for 12 hours straight) at a friend’s sister’s wedding.  Woot woot for beating the average.

Actually, this post has nothing to do with standing.  I just thought it was crazy how long my legs could hold me up, especially since I didn’t have time to eat all day.  What I want to discuss is family.  Spending 12 hours with most people really wouldn’t go too well, but the Nipperts are not most people.  They are genuine, loving, sassy, and generous.  I adore the family beyond words.  The same goes to my Auchey family.  Growing up, I never had that second family where I could just walk in and say, “Hey Mom, I’m home,” without feeling like I was intruding.  The Nipperts and the Aucheys have become that second family for me, and it’s as if bringing them into my life has filled a gaping hole in my soul.  I know if I need anything – and I mean anything – that they would willingly open their door and hearts for me.

Now, I know this is going to sound absolutely cheesy, but this proves to me that family is not bound by blood.

Even though it was the Nippert’s daughter who was getting married, I felt of utter importance.  George, James, and my best friend Johnny would routinely come into the kitchen to see if we needed help, if we were eating, if we felt okay.  Carly, my Kindred Spirit, would text me hourly to check in as well.  Everyone was all hugs and smiles and jokes.  It was a beautiful wedding and a paradise for me.

This is Carly and Johnny!!  Kind of funny how two of my best friends actually began a relationship with each other.

Don’t take this the wrong way, but home isn’t always the ‘safe haven’ someone like me needs.  In fact, I spend most of my time sitting upstairs with the door shut, even if I’m home alone, because otherwise I foresee inevitable judgment on my music, my attitude, my energy levels, my passions.  Some of you may be facing that same problem through emotional/physical/mental abuse or neglect or something in between.  I thought there was no other option but to grin and bear it.

There is another option.

I didn’t even consider it until recently, but there is someone or even a whole group of someones who will take you under a wing, no pushy questions asked.  If you’re anything like me and my adherence to daily periods of solitude, it’s refreshing and freeing to find a home that loves you enough to figure out when you need the alone time v. when you need to be loved a little extra.



As always, beautiful people, I am sending love your way in the hopes it’ll inspire you to fight for at least one more day.  Comment below if you had a good Thanksgiving or if you’re in need of support. Follow the blog so you can see when I post new items.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *