Last night, our house was a little louder, a little fuller, and a whole lot warmer — the best kind of night.
We had dinner with two of my dad’s cousins and their spouses. I think that makes them my second cousins and Kay’s third (family math has never been my strong suit), but titles aside, it was really just family coming together while they were in town. They came over to the house so we could squeeze in some quality time, even if the visit itself was short.
One couple was here back in August, right when life felt especially brand new for us. It was only our second day of having Maeve home, and we met them out for dinner so they could see us all. Looking back now, it feels surreal how quickly that moment passed — how unfamiliar everything felt then, and how much Maeve has already woven herself into our everyday life since.
We hadn’t seen the other cousins in years, so getting to sit around the table, catch up, laugh, and share stories felt extra special. There’s something really comforting about picking up where you left off with family, even when time and distance have stretched things out in between.
The visit was quick, but meaningful. The kind that reminds you how important it is to pause, gather, and make space for connection — even on an ordinary night at home. No big plans, no fancy agenda. Just food, conversation, and being together.
I’m really grateful we got that time. Sometimes it’s those simple evenings that end up filling your cup the most.