I think I've figured it out.

As we muddle through the ever-shifting, tilting chaos of our house, hollering, laughing, cajoling, cheering, raising eyebrows, tripping and tipping over decrepit and/or new adopted animals, stuffing yet another child in amongst the decks, somehow keeping all the balls in the air, I think I finally understand.

I know who we are.

We're the bloody Weasleys.



No, seriously.

Welcome to the Burrow!