Easter weekend brought family from afar. We all congregated at our house where we ate, drank, talked, relaxed and played. It was perfect.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it 3427 more times: I love when family is close by. I would give anything to have parents and grandparents living down the street and sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins no more than a short drive away, with everyone getting together for Sunday dinners. When family is around, it is always bittersweet because though I soak up every second with them, I know that visits come to an end. And they go home. And I miss them so much.
My wiser than wise 5 year old said to me today, “Try to think more about the good stuff than the bad stuff”. Excellent advice. I can’t spend so much time concentrating on the leaving when the actual visiting is so damn awesome.
To those of you who visit us, who have visited us, who hope to visit us, or who have mentioned visiting us – please, please, please do. You, being here, with us, makes this girl, her kids and her husband so very happy. We hope to see your faces soon.