The whole (almost) family came into town this weekend for Easter. While we missed those who couldn’t make it, overall the day was fantastic. There were people everywhere. My kids were sick with candy, egg-hunt toys and all sorts of other “my relatives live out of town” treats. We had a blast.
It occurred to me about half-way through Sunday how unbelievably fortunate my kids are. They have all these people who love them, which many kids do, but these same people also know them really well. There were no long-lost crazy aunts or Grandmas that smell funny. These were just the familiar cast of characters they have been surrounded by since birth as well as some more current but equally amazing additions. There were people who read to them. There were people who joked with them. There were people to lift them up really high. There were wrestling friends and painting partners and even people to sing them to sleep. The kids were more well behaved than ever because they were so content and the relatives were pretty darn happy too.
Kevin and I might mess a lot of stuff up, but at least we can always count on the Grandparents, Aunts, Cousins and Super-Star Uncles to make sure our kids are raised up in a web of unfailing adoration.
As Griff would say, “Um, family, can I have a kiss? Mwah!”
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