My cousin’s birthday was the perfect excuse. We met in New York City for a weekend of celebrations, including eating, dancing, stories, and laughs. As several of my cousins and their significant others were laughing in the middle of a nightclub, I felt my eyes swelling up. No, I wasn’t sad. I just felt this incredible expansion on my chest and immense gratitude for the more than four decades of shared moments with this group of people that I am honored to call family.