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We went out to Indian food for my mother’s birthday last night. All six of us. I don’t know what’s stranger, my family all being adults now, with the wealth of new conversation topics and honesties that implies, or the mere fact of how we’ve expanded. It isn’t just me and my parents and my sister any more, we’ve added my husband and my sister’s boyfriend, and I like what they add to the family, and the way that we interact. After a very rambunctious dinner, during which my father didn’t even come close to being grumpy, we went back to my parents’ house and played board games, and Dad didn’t play, but he came in and watched, and was friendly. Nobody got offended or huffy, even when the game got heated. It’s like this sense of strain that I’ve always had being around my family, even when things were good, just wasn’t there anymore. I think it was the most fun I can remember having with my family, and it only took us 27 years to get there.