There is that odd moment at a family gathering, whether your own or your spouse’s, when a person stands out as the unique person they are and you remember once again why you are with them.
I think no matter how much we love or get along with our family of origin, every person, on some level, at some point, feels as though they are the odd man out, the weirdo, the swan in a passel of ducks. It is often those very traits, that attract a mate.
While sitting at a large dinner table with many of Grizzled’s family members, I watched the majority of them in pack-mode, thinking their group thoughts, continuing their family patterns. One person stood out, one person made me smile, made me laugh, one person I understood. It was Grizzled. He was busy being himself, no one else was noticing, no one was reveling in his Grizzledness, but I was. We smiled at each other and I remembered again why I married the person.
No matter how well our families of origin understand us, there are still those many times when you feel you do not fit. I was his connection at this table of *strangers*, his validation, and he’s been my connection and validation at mine.