I’m feeling a bit out of sorts but we’ll try a blog post. Sure, why not?
So we had a big family reunion last week. This we have been planning for almost a year and it came and went just like that. This is my dad’s side of the family. His two brothers and their wives and kids, and the kids’ kids. My brothers and one of my sisters and all their children. Even our cousin from England was able to make it! There were around 40 of us and we managed to find a place we could all stay at for 5 days and not kill each other! Though I think most of us agreed that fifth day was unnecessary and next time we’ll probably shorten it a bit.
We played a lot of games, we swam, boated, ate tacos, drank coffee. It was wonderfully relaxing and the weather was absolutely gorgeous, with the exception of a bit of storming on the last day. But rather than bore you with details of a trip you didn’t have the privilege of joining us on, I’m going to risk being too sentimental and just talk about what this trip meant to me.
You see, this family of aunts and uncles and cousins and second cousins is pretty darn special. My cousins and I talk fairly regularly. We wish each other happy birthdays, we check in randomly just to be sure we all have our morning coffee. We did not grow up near each other, as all our fathers (three brothers) are retired Methodist pastors and we all did a lot of moving around the state (one brother moved the family to Georgia and stayed there). But every year our grandma and grandpa would get us all together for a week in the summer, and then in later years we would join all the families for Christmas breaks. We cousins formed an incredible bond, and when Grandma passed away from breast cancer while most of us were still in high school, we kept that bond strong. Sure, we’ve drifted in and out of each other’s lives as we built careers and started families, but we’ve always come back together. We still genuinely enjoy each other’s company.
So while we are able to stay in touch with the help of phones and internet, there’s just no substitute for in person interaction. To hear the laughs, make the goofy faces, to really let loose and have zero risk of being judged. I can completely be myself with my Selleck family knowing that they will never think less of me, that they will always love me and have my back. That, my friends, is an enormous gift that I will never take for granted. If you have family like this, or friends who have become like family (we have some of those too!) then tell them today how much you love them. Don’t wait.
Seriously. Did you tell them? Go tell them now. I’ll wait…
Ok, I’m back. That was all, really. Unless you want to hear about our last night at the hotel. On the last night at the hotel, many of the family members had already headed home but we were hanging on. One last night away from home and I was sleeping great until someone started shaking me. It was 3:30 am and everyone was up and out of bed. I saw my daughter leaving the room. My husband was pointing at the smoke alarm on the ceiling. So the smoke alarm was going off, but I couldn’t hear it. Nor could I smell any smoke, because there wasn’t any! It was just a malfunction in the alarm. Mike managed to turn it off and we all settled back into bed (my daughter had come back from checking to see if any other alarms were blaring). A few minutes later it went off again. Three times this happened and we were able to call the owner (this was an independently owned establishment) and she sent her husband over to retrieve the malfunctioning alarm. Thankfully we hadn’t just thrown it in the lake. Needless to say, we were very happy to be home the next day and sleeping in our own beds.