Good family is like good friends… so far as I described good friends before, anyway. I have good family.
When we are together, there can be silence, if so desired, but there is never want for something to discuss. There are no awkward pauses. The space is open for discussion of just about anything we’d want. At the end of an evening together with my family, if someone were to ask what we discussed, my answer likely would be something to the effect of, ‘Uuh… I have no idea… all sorts of anything?’
Yes, my memory is quite functional, and I could sit down and figure out almost every topic discussed and most comments said throughout the evening. However, that isn’t what someone would be wanting to have happen with such a question. ‘Oh, we talked politics,’ or ‘The stock market and country clubs, mostly,’ are examples of family conversations I hear regarding the families of acquaintances. Not my family. We might have a brief chat on politics, but it is equally likely that we will discuss dog breeds, logical fallacies, and farts. And it never will be just one, but many topics of discussion, and usually knowledgeable discussions, too.
Whenever I leave time with my good family, I feel very conversationally and informationally satisfied. It is always a good, loving, and fulfilling social interaction. Yes, I have good family. And I am grateful for them all.