A funny thing happened on the way to Wednesday...

I was contemplating the meaning of existence this morning (as I am want to do) when a thought struck me. A thought only relevant to a few people, but a thought that shook me. It was a simple phrase I could not remember uttering. A simple phrase there was no previous reason to utter...

The Musick Household

I have used the phrase "The Musick Estate" before. But that phrase referred to a structure. A grand home reminiscent of those of the antebellum south or the colonial period. A great house surrounded by land.

But that structure, no matter how grandiose can not hold a candle to the Musick household. It is something I hadn't considered before. Not truly. I asked a woman to marry me based solely on my desire to spend the rest of my life with her... to grow old with her... to wake up next to her again and again and again. The idea of family only extended so far. I thought of Liz as joining the family but not necessarily my family. I never really thought of "my family".

Part of that is the definition of family I usually lock in to. I was not meant to have children. The pitter patter of little feet is not a draw, nor are 3 AM feedings, colic, soccer practice, broken lamps, or having someone yell "I hate you" at either myself or the woman I love.

But a family isn't about 2.5 kids. It is a connection between people. It is a manifestation of the word "love". I am starting a family. I have met a woman and offered her my name. It is something I didn't think I would do. I wasn't against it, I simply didn't think of it as something you would plan. Planning to fall in love still seems silly to me. It would be like planning on winning the lottery. But just like winning the lottery, it does happen and you then decide what to do about it.

I chose to run with it and on September 25, 2010 I will stand by her and proclaim to the world at large that she and I are now members of the same family. I can't wait.