This one is a strange one for me. In one sense, it’s not like I’m losing my family but in another sense it feels like I am because of one very big change. See, for as long as I can remember the idea of family has been synonymous with one thing. This house-
This is my grandparent’s house. This is where we celebrated as a family- birthdays, holidays, Sundays. This was where our family gathered… sort of. See, there was always parts of the family that weren’t there because they didn’t live close enough. Now I become a member of that part of the family. Now I get Tastykakes in the mail from Aunt Beth.
I know I’ve always given off the impression that these family gatherings stress me out. And they do! But somehow I love all of you anyway. You’re loud, boisterous and seem to thrive on chaos. Organization and communication aren’t exactly our strongest areas as a family. But I’ve learned that all of that doesn’t really matter. Even when I’m stressed out, I somehow end up having fun.
The truth of the matter is, I love you all even if I’ve never done a great job of showing it. Even stranger to admit, I’ll miss those Sundays at Grandpop’s house. Maybe not right away but eventually I will. And if any of you are ever in Oregon, I expect a visit!
Oh, and for the record, it’s Peanut Butter Kandy Kakes and Butterscotch Krimpets. 🙂