I'm on vacation with part of my family in Hawaii and we're all staying in the same house. Everything is soft, warm air, ocean and sun. R. is here, and his daughter and grandson, and one of my daughters and her family including her stepkids, (one stepdaughter just flew in from Austraila) and their families plus my daughter's teenage half-brother and half-sister, (my ex-husband's kids) who flew in from England.
So there are seventeen of us (including one baby) under one roof. I thought this would be the makings of a wonderful essay: all the complications and drama of blended families and the strange generation lines due to the divorces. Grace who is seven years old is the aunt of Lucy who is also seven years old, and Sian who is thirteen is Grace's aunt. And Nick who is thirty-one is Grace's brother. William who is fifteen is Axel's uncle.
You'd think all this would provide story and drama to the week, but here we all are, happy as clams.
The gang leaving LAX: