“I just read an article about a woman who ate Chinese food, went home, thought she was having stomach pains from the spicey food, went to the hospital, and delivered a baby!”
“I sure hope that doesn’t happen to us tonight!”
“Morgan, I can’t wait until you see my new car. You’re going to love it. You can take it for a drive this weekend if you want.”
“I’d love that! So fun!”
“I saw a Japanese film this week. It was written in the 50’s. It was long, but it was really interesting. Have you seen anything you’ve liked recently?”
“Dad and I have been watching The Assassination of Gianni Versacci. It’s so disturbing. I have a hard time watching some of it, but I feel like I need to keep watching to see how he became the person he became. I know you’ve both watched it. Is it worth sticking with?”
Here we are. Sitting around the table at Mission Chinese. The four of us. Together. Again.
I’ve been longing for this day for the past three months. Morgan has been away, working in Italy. Mackensie is busy with her job, her side business, and her friends. Tim and I are busy with work and friends. I just don’t feel fully whole when we are apart. It’s like I’m missing some major body parts. Don’t get me wrong. We manage fine as a “family of independent adults,” but there is something magical that takes places when the four Griffins gather.
We have this shared history that no one else in the world has.
We know each other.
We accept each other.
We celebrate each other.
We care for each other.
We annoy each other.
We disagree with each other.
We are interested in each other.
We enjoy each other.
We fundamentally and unconditionally love each other.
We are a family.
The G4 Summit has reconvened.