Life has a way of filling every available moment. Work, responsibilities, deadlines, they all stack up quickly. And before you know it, time starts to feel like something you’re constantly chasing instead of something you’re living in.
That’s why it matters, maybe now more than ever, to be intentional about making space for family.
This week, I was reminded of that in the best possible way.
On the first night of Passover, I had the opportunity to attend a Seder with people who have been part of my life for as long as I can remember…my “first family.” Two women I’ve always thought of as my sisters, even if we don’t share the same blood. They loved and adored my mom, and I loved and adored theirs. Our families were never separate in any meaningful way…we grew up together, celebrated together, and showed up for each other through it all.
Over time, life unfolds as it does. We grow up, get busy, drift apart, build our own paths, and eventually find our way back to one another.
Sitting at the table Wednesday evening, it was clear that some bonds don’t fade, they deepen.
I found myself thinking about how I grew up alongside their family, how I was once the “kid” running around their homes—and how, years later, I was babysitting their “kids.”
Those same kids are now grown. Watching that full circle unfold is something special. There’s a quiet joy in realizing you’ve witnessed—and been part of—each other’s lives across generations. It also gives me a deeper understanding of what it must have felt like for them to watch me grow up, just as I’ve had the privilege of watching their children grow into incredible adults.
It gives you perspective. It reminds you what lasts.
And now, those same kids are grown. Watching that full circle unfold is something special. There’s a quiet joy in realizing you’ve witnessed—and been part of—each other’s lives across generations. And now, I understand what it must have felt like for them to watch me grow up, just as I’ve had the privilege of watching their children grow into incredible adults.
And it reinforces something simple but important: showing up matters.
The evening also afforded me the chance to take a photo of one of my favorite images of all time, the one that adorns this post…a portrait of Grandpa, the one and only Harry Lieberman (Me & “Grandpa”).
This weekend, I’ll have the chance to do it again, this time with another part of my extended family. More “sisters,” my godson, and his wonderful new fiancée, who already feels like she’s always been part of the fold. We’ll come together for Easter, share a meal, laugh, catch up, and create the kind of memories that don’t announce themselves as significant in the moment, but absolutely are.
That’s the thing about family, however you define it.
It’s not about grand gestures. It’s about presence. It’s about choosing, even in the busiest moments, to carve out time to sit together, to reconnect, to remember where you come from, and who you’ve grown alongside.
Because in the end, those are the moments that stay with you.
And they’re always worth making time for.
All this to say…I hope all of you take the time to create and enjoy those moments with the people who matter most, because they’re the ones that truly last.
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