Like many San Franciscans, my husband and I are transplants to the city by the bay. Since many of our close friends are in the same boat, we have become each other's families.
When I was pregnant and laid up with a gnarly cold, friends left baskets of food and flowers on my doorstep. When motherhood arrived, they brought homemade dinners to our house. And when hubby and I needed to escape to LA for a Foo Fighters  concert, they babysat overnight. As far as I'm concerned, that deserves a ticket to sainthood. To see why I feel so lucky,
We are very good at graciously receiving gifts, but I hope that we are equally as good at doling them out. Today I am taking one of my "family" members to her OB/GYN appointment since her spouse is traveling. And, last weekend we took Chinese take–out to some other "family members" who are getting settled with their one–month–old.
My relatives are over 1,500 miles away so it's good to know I have people close by to cheer me on through the roller coaster of life.
The old saying goes, "You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family." But, in a way we have. So here's to our "family" members and everything they do for us.