Family is about not yelling at the kids when they break into a brand new box of diapers and start throwing them around the house. But instead, having a diaper fight and savoring that moment . . . knowing that you will never get it back. It’s about my husband breaking the tension of a disagreement, by picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and hurling me into the pool, fully clothed . . . just to put a smile on my face. It’s about laughing at each other when we slip and fall in the snow, or stub our big toe on the leg of the kitchen chair. But it’s also about gently rubbing foreheads, squeezing hands, hugging til it hurts and sneaking in just one more kiss.