Blended Family Wedding Quotes

All of us have monarchs and sages for kinsmen; nay, angels and archangels for cousins; since in antediluvian days, the sons of God did verily wed with our mothers, the irresistible daughters of Eve. Thus all generations are blended: and heaven and earth of one kin: the hierarchies of seraphs in the uttermost skies; the thrones and principalities in the zodiac; the shades that roam throughout space; the nations and families, flocks and folds of the earth; one and all, brothers in essence—oh, be we then brothers indeed! All things form but one whole.

In the parlance of today, our family was dysfunctional (is any family not?) I would never become an angel, or even a saint. Instead I would grow up wild, marry young, and settle down. We'd have two boys, forming our own dysfunctional family. We'd do the best we could. Then we'd divorce, and I'd feel "kindly nervous" myself. I'd remarry. I'd try like crazy. (We all do, don't we? We try like crazy.) My new husband and I would form our new, blended dysfunctional family.

Have you ever considered that the wedding that carries such positive memories for you may have had a very different meaning for your stepson or daughter? On your wedding day, he watched his father marry someone other than his mother, officially ending the family he once knew.

I am exactly like my family. I suppose a small part of me has always thought I was somehow better more modern, more educated, more sensible; I'm not as flappy, or showy, or loud. In many ways, I am different: I speak flawless English, I don't stew Chinese herbs into drinks I force onto others, I don't guilt trip my loved ones into doing things I want, I don't shout unnecessarily, I speak in a normal tone of view, and I strive to blend in and not stand out. But now I realize, these are all just surface differences. Deep down in my core, I am precisely the product of my family. When skin and flesh are ripped away, I am exact replica of them.