My four oldest children each have longer-term significant others. This means that, whenever we all get together for any occasion (birthdays, holidays, backyard fires, etc.), what used to be just our family of seven becomes a group of 11 people.
And it's awesome. I love when we're all in one place and it's loud, chaotic, and fun. We'll play a game. We'll just talk. We'll tell jokes and stories. It's wild, headache-inducing stuff.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
At some point, when one of these kids manages to start producing grandchildren—and please note that I am in no way trying to rush this process along—we will become a group of 12. Then 13. Then who knows how many?
That will be even better.
Imagine the Christmases!
Even when there are piles of dishes to wash afterward and you're dead tired once everyone goes home, you still realize you've made another bunch of great memories.
It's exactly what you sign up for when you have multiple kids.
I'm not sure it gets any better.
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