Okay I’ve been told families can be forever. Repeatedly.
Now, I’m not sure if I’m the first and only man to disagree with his in-laws, but my idea of a perfect afterlife certainly does not include spending a considerable amount of time with my mother-in-law.
This sentiment also applies to my own parents.
I love them, and I can handle my parents in small doses – but an eternity of being with them sounds only less pleasant than repeatedly stabbing myself in the eye with a letter opener.
Now I’m not sure I can speak for my kids, my lord – I can barely speak to my kids, but I’m sure that they don’t want me cramping their eternal styles any more than I want my parents around.
So all this leads to the crux of this posting.
Why, precisely, are forever-families a good thing?