My "Miller" sister-in-laws and I have a joke that we are "outlaws" in the family......"blame it on the outlaws" we always say....in fun of course. This weekend however, I caught myself not feeling like an "outlaw" at all - in fact I almost forgot I wasn't born into this family.....amazing.
The saying goes...."You are marrying the individual, not the family." I would contend that is not completely true.....An individual carries with them a portion of the history and patterns of their family at least - even though they may be living a different way. And, if a spouse would like to remain close to their family - then you are marrying into it. In my case I am thankful to have become a Miller by marriage.

The Miller family reunion was this past weekend in Albuquerque, New Mexico. My father-in-law Bill's family has gathered every 3 years for the last 50 years or so. Bill is one of 14 siblings. Yes - you read that right - 14! There are 29 years between the oldest and youngest siblings.

The amount of history and heritage in this family is rich - and seems never ending. Each year I've been officially a Miller (17 years) I have learned more - but there is a lot to discover! With 14 children comes a multitude of tales to tell....
Six years ago we attended a reunion for the first time in Iowa. Prior to going I tried to study the family directory so at least I could learn the siblings' names and understand who I was talking to. Even Merl had to bury himself in the book! My first reunion was an interesting experience, but little did I know it was only really an introduction. I barely became familiar with all Merl's aunts and uncles - and only got to visit in depth with a few. It was also a cross-cultural experience as I was privileged to understand more about the Mennonite community there in Iowa where many of the relatives live.
This year Merl's parents were hosting the reunion in New Mexico and were thrilled that all 14 siblings attended along with a number of their families. There were 75 total people who participated. I loved walking around and observing the different siblings reconnecting after several years of separation.
It was funny because most of the aunts and uncles knew who I was, but as I would be speaking with them my mind would be racing through the names in my brain in order to figure out who they were and then where they lived! Forget the next two generations.....I had no idea who everyone belonged to! Thankfully this family has this figured out, so we all had nametags identifying ourselves to make the process easier.

A family tree was taped to the wall so throughout the weekend it could be completed.

It is difficult really, to express all the dynamics and emotions of the weekend. The family is rich in Christian heritage, history, heartache, and stories. The patriarch, William Miller was born in 1899 - and because of the untimely deaths of 2 of his wives there were 3 "waves" of children born . Bill's (my father in law) mother was the first, and died at a young age of cancer.
William's second wife died in childbirth, leaving him with 7 young children to raise on his own as well as maintain the farm. As a result, the 7th child, Daniel was placed for adoption with a neighbor in the community so he could be cared for. Amazingly - this son attends the reunions - loved just as he had been under the same roof with his siblings all along. His heart is filled with gratitude - coupled with pain and then understanding of the difficult situation surrounding his birth. Sitting and visiting with him, brings me to tears almost every time.
Lydia then married William and accepted his children as her own. She then gave birth to seven more - the final "wave". One of the siblings marveled at the fact that the words "step-brother" or "half-sister" were never used. They are all just brothers and sisters. Each child's experience in the family was different because of when they were born and it was an honor to sit and listen to them share their stories from growing up. Sometimes the other siblings did not know about the events because they weren't at home at the time.
The love and connection between the families was moving. Their commitment to each other inspiring. The love expressed toward our family was sweet. Strong family connections I am convinced takes forgiveness, perseverance, self sacrifice, and generosity..... just to name a few. Something worth pursuing .......