I think we can probably go back for as long as I’ve had this blog and read the same post about my vacation week with the extended family, so I’m sorry for the monotony, but here it goes: I LOVE VACATION WITH MY EXTENDED FAM.
In the interest of finishing some plumbing and about a dozen other things, I went up Sunday night instead of Saturday afternoon. It was the right decision but of course hard to miss even a day with this crowd.
Vacation was, as always, fabulous. This was our 21st (I think) year of going up there with my dad’s extended family and it is fun to see how the family grows and changes. Yet somehow it is the same. We love each other and people make time to come up on vacation together to spend some good quality time together. The whole week is kind of a game of musical chairs as college and post-college cousins come for a day or two as their schedules allow. You want to squeeze in good quality time and conversation with everyone- which is impossible. So you just resolve to enjoy every minute of it. The early mornings with the nephew who doesn’t sleep in on vacation. The late nights playing games and talking about how we work on balance and care for the world around us. The daytime card games, domino games, watching the kids on the dangerous slide, holding babies, trading babies (SO MANY CUTE BABIES!)… It is all the moments during that week that make it so great. It is about the people. None of us is perfect, some of us say stupid insensitive things sometimes or don’t know how to best respond to a situation, but love covers a multitude of sins and we dearly love one another.
One of the best parts of spending time with this crowd is that I always leave with a sense of being known. These people get me at my core and I don’t have to be anyone else, they love me – broken, chubby, silly, genuine, baby-hog, never stops going me. What a gift! I am so blessed to be part of this clan.
My grandparents on their wedding day
My uncle reminded me while we were up there that it was the 15th anniversary of my grandmother’s death. It is hard to believe it has been that long. And yet whenever we are together as a family, I can sense her there with us. Sometimes I can hear her laugh. I can see her twinkling blue eyes. I remember her sense of fun and adventure. Her love for family. Her absolute delight in being surrounded by her people. I always remember her laughing in delight at some silly antic or a story or when someone comes to show her something brilliant they did (and let’s face it, she thought we were all brilliant and told us so). I still miss that wonderful lady, but it is an honor to be part of her legacy and to share that with each other.
And now for a barrage of fun people: