I remember when I was growing up that all of my aunts and uncles (my mom had 10 brothers and sisters) and my cousins (too many to count) would all congregate at grandma’s house. One year we even took family pictures. There was enough food to feed a small country I think. We always had a birthday cake for baby Jesus. It was a perfect time. We didn’t have presents…we had each other.
Now that is the memory of a young child. It could have actually been much different to the adults. I don’t know. It seems like any time you have families gathered, there is some under current of drama or dislike. I’ve never been a big one for family gatherings. I appreciate them much more now than I used to though.
Because my dad is so limited on where he can go, my sister has everything at her house. I wish I could have them here, but it isn’t physically possible. And because of that, there are always ‘extra’ people included. I don’t really like that. But I won’t be there or Christmas this year.
Soren is getting to the really fun age and I want to spend it with Andrea and him.
I’m so thankful today that I was able to spend a few hours with my dad though. It was just the two of us. Erv (dad’s caregiver) was out doing something so dad and I could talk freely. He will be 78 in a few days. I think he will live forever and sure don’t think he is old. But in my head I know my time with him is limited. I love my dad more than words can ever say. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. And today I can’t imagine much I am more thankful than my times with my dad.