There is nothing like witnessing the birth of a baby. I've witnessed it three time, and my full attention was on the birth, but not necessarily on the baby at the exact moment he entered the world. Though two seconds after the fact, the baby was all that mattered. It's a magical time, absolutely! But is that when a family is born?
I've been to my share of weddings, too, in various capacities. The one I might remember the least is the one in which I played a starring role. That was a blur of happy, but the specifics are mostly in snapshots, captured by another's eye and then reproduced for my benefit. I remember more of the feeling than the specific, and that's good enough! Certainly that was the birth of a family, a small one that would later grow into something wild and wonderful.
But last Saturday I got to witness the birth of a family in a whole new way. It's not that it's never been done before - it's actually quite frequent. I might have even been present at such a celebration before, though I can't call it to mind (I'm blaming it on being a Granma, and I'll leave it at that.) On Saturday, though, Emma became Mrs. Colin Harris, and included in the union were Bryce and Tyler gaining another Mom and Bella gaining a Dad. The steps to being "steps" had been in the works for a couple of years, but Saturday made it official.
Amidst all the planning for flowers and photographs and food, and the wearing of white and matchy-matchy guy clothes, included in the guest list and highlighted by their position of honor at the front and center, was a new family - five strong - five hearts beating each for the other.
Now, I'm old, and sometime purposely senile (when it suits me), but I'm not such a fool as to think that the new family of five will live happily ever after with never a cross word or hurt feelings or overblown jealousy between them. Seriously, who would want a family like that anyway - where is the sport in that?! However, Colin, Emma, Bryce, Bella and Tyler are now tied together irrevocably, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, as long as any one of them continues to draw breath, and likely even long after that.
It's a high and holy thing to witness the birth of a family, whether twins or in this case quints appear. And it's worthy of a celebration, which also appeared and didn't disappoint.
Happy wedding, happy new life to the newest Harris family! Love multiplied once again - by a factor of FIVE!