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Kith and kin

"Kith and kin."
I didn't know what that meant until watching a recent "Jeopardy" then reading the same phrase in one of my knights and dragons books a few days later.
I know the phrase now, and I know another way of saying it: "friends and family."
And even if I hadn't known the phrase before, I'm quite aware the concept had taken deep root in my and Che's lives when Willow arrived.
Kith and kin was well rooted in our lives before Willow's birth, but her life has brought the importance of friends and family into better perspective for me. I can't speak for Che, but I'm pretty sure the kith-and-kin focus has sharpened for her too.
We want Willow to have a strong foundation set in friends and family, and we've put extra effort into keeping those ties as strong as we have power to. A large part of that effort was our decision to have a stay-at-home parent, and we thank God every day that we were able to make that change in our life.
Willow is healthy and happy, and she's becoming more expressive. That's helped us see in her that kith and kin have a high priority in her life.
Che, Willow and I visited Henderson this past weekend to attend Mo's surprise birthday party and for the Ross family Christmas party. Seeing family was well worth the trip, of course, but Willow's obvious glee was the icing on the cake.
And during the holidays, we hope Willow will continue to add to her glee.
Next we travel back to Henderson for the Matthews family Christmas gatherings. After that, we're traveling to the Green family Christmas party before returning to host my family for Christmas. Somewhere in there, I'm attending one of my family's biggest milestone moments, the graduate ceremony celebrating my sister's hard-earned doctorate degree.
This is important stuff. Friends and family. Homes and hometowns. Connected lives.
Kith and kin.
And we want Willow to live as much of it as she can.

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