There's many things I love about the family that I have married into.
- Their absolute acceptance of me despite our many differences
- Their support and encouragement of my teaching, writing, and performing career
- Their unbridled love for my children
There are also some quirky aspects of the family that I have grown to adore.
- Their insistence of a full account of every one of my medical or proposed medical procedures (and their subsequent demands for a fourth opinion).
- Their reverence for the morning-after-the-visit breakfast of bagels and locks (necessitating an overnight stay when I could've just as easily driven home the night before).
- Their need for gifts to be opened as absolutely soon as possible (once before I even removed my coat).
But the thing that appreciate about them most is perhaps this:
No one in my wife's family has ever proposed that we run a 5K on a holiday.
No Turkey Trots. No Ugly Sweater Runs. No Snowflake Shuffles. No Jingle Bell Jogs. No "Ringing in the New Year" Runs.
I can't begin to imagine the agony and ruination of the poor soul who marries into a family who thinks that they best way to spend a Thanksgiving or Christmas or New Year's Day morning is to drag their asses to some arbitrary starting line in the freezing cold to run alongside a bunch of equally brain damaged lunatics.
Sometimes it's the little things that matter most.