My lover is turning 70 tomorrow. We’ve had a month-long celebration. Yesterday we surprised her with all our family, 19 and three dogs showing up for a big party. It was all knees, elbows, swimsuits, and food. We are a partying family, any reason to jump and holler and we are all in. We are also a crying, praying, and affirming family, every time we get together we find time to become more deeply woven together. We build altars, tell favorite memories, lift one another up, tightening the ties that bind. This morning the lover and I woke up alone with one dog. Time moves on, tent pegs move out but under the big top it is she and me alone but the circus is still 19—the family circus still comes under the big top.
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