For Missy, Jennifer, Jill, Kristin, Keira, Stephanie, Joshua, Brittany and Mikey
On Saturday, after my birthday luncheon (see yesterday) Hub and I dashed over to Nannie’s to see the family. My Uncle, Aunt and Cousins were in town, and we needed to eat together, of course. What would a family gathering be without eating? And yelling and laughing and hurt feelings and bruises and kids, too.
When the cousins were younger, I’m talking 20 or 30 years ago, we all got together, every holiday and every birthday and every once and again just for the hell of it. Nannie has always lived in a smallish ranch, but back then it didn’t seem too small. It was cozy. We all sat together in the basement or on the floor of the living room (on Nannie’s blood red carpet) or on the porch. We all loved it.
As we started getting older, it became more and more sporadic. This one or that one would be mad at the other and would skip a get-together, or that one or this one would have something else going on, and I’m sorry, but I can’t come. Lately, some have started planning things on different days in order to avoid each other. I guess it’s sad, but I also think it’s a normal part of growing up.
But not on Sunday. Apart from Stephanie and David (miss you!) in far off Seattle or Portland or wherever those smart kids are, everyone was there. All the cousins. And all the Aunts and all the Uncles. And you know what? It was nice. We all took all of our crap and all of our hangups and all of our stupidness and just ignored it and enjoyed hanging out.
I think we all realized that it won’t be too long before we stop having reasons to get together at all, and we needed to just bask in the moment while it lasted.
Music for you to find and listen to:
Keeping the Dream Alive – Freiheit