I’m going through withdrawals. Not for food, not for sugar (the brownies I made last night took care of that), not for any indulgent substance or drink, but for family. Weird right? Well I don’t think it is weird. I think that it is weird people might think it is weird. Is that weird?
We got back late Monday night from one of the best family vacations ever. Yes ever. We were all in Vegas celebrating my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary. There were over 30 of us there, and spend a fun weekend filled with food, strawberry margaritas by the pool, loads of heat and sunshine, and great laughter and memories. I’ve said it before how funny it is to me that some people think family vacations are less than ideal. “Oh, you have to spend 4 solid days with 30 of your family members? How will you survive?” My question is why isn’t it longer.
Saturday night everyone gathered for a big anniversary dinner. We watched movies, made toasts and heard stories of how Nonna and Nonno met, fell in love, and started their journey together. Nothing was figured out, they just knew they had to be together and so they were. I looked around the table and was so amazed at the family that they have produced. Not only in number but in personality, in humanity, and in character. Everyone truly wanted to be there. That alone has to say something about you, that all your family members want to travel from all over just to celebrate you? I can only imagine what Nonna and Nonno were feeling. To look around and know that all these people were there because of them, literally, and are who they are because of them. I look at Sofia sometimes and a wave of deep contentment comes over me, knowing that I brought that crazy being into the world, and am helping her turn into the Bean that she is today. To look around a table and see over 30 people? Well that must be a tsunami. I can only hope that one day I can know how that feels.
I did not give a toast that night, partially because I wasn’t sure what words I could use to express my sentiments, but also because I was afraid the tears would flow. Happy tears, as Sofia would say, but tears nonetheless. I am so happy Nonna and Nonno met, and decided to take this journey together. It has been a great one so far and I feel so blessed to be a part of it. Cheers and thank you for a wonderful weekend.