I'm sure I'll want to eat my words soon enough, but yesterday, it actually crossed my mind that Barney might have it right. The twins and I were watching a video over lunch, and at the end came the Barney song. If you didn't grow up with parodies of that song (I hate you/you hate me/Let's all go and kill Barney) you had a deprived childhood. But listening to it with Lilly (Patrick was already in bed), I realized that the opening words kinda have a bit of truth (or rather, how truth should be): I love you, you love me, we're a happy family.
Comes back to the idea that has somehow become the theme for V's and my wedding. All you need is love, found on a pretty stamp at Michael's, and put on the save-the-dates and announcements and favors. We love each other, and that makes us a good family.
Maybe the big purple guy and I get along better than I thought.