Those wonderful things that at the beginning, appear to look like vegetables, all scattered about the cutting board. Keeping to their own, comfortable places of the universe. The onion here, the carrot there.
And then, as the dicing and slicing—the mingling—begins, a piece of carrot lands atop the onion. And by the end, you have a wonderful vegetable soup.
Or at least that’s how family reunions appear in my family.
Memaw’s family here. Reva’s family there. But slowly and surely we always find our way to the middle. The common ground. The place for catch-up and hugs.