The move is getting underway! I took my first load of stuff home this weekend to dump at my parents house, and more importantly, had an excuse to go home for a little R and R with the fam (not that I ever need an excuse).I have never considered myself a home body. Not that I have ever considered it a bad thing at all, but my mindset has always been to go out, seek adventure, don't go home. This is probably a product (again) of a family always adventure bound. Also from grand parents and a blood line merchant marines, and world bound travelers. For these reasons, it has always been in my blood to seek adventure and explore. However, lately, I couldn't be more of a home body. This is potentially because of my imminent future: moving to somewhere completely unknown. I guess I am attempting to soak in all of the comfort I can now, since I know that I won't have it any time soon once I move.In my new found attitude for life (or should I say, more heavily practiced attitude) I found myself enjoying all of those really small moments this weekend.
Families are fascinating, aren't they? Where else can you find a group of completely like minded people who know you inside and out? Who know what makes you tick, and what absolutely ticks you off! The weekend was a mish mosh of Mom's 20 questions game, Dad playing devil's advocate to anything possible and Carrie spitting off any questions from Mom that she felt were not worthy of an answer. I sat on the couch listening to our conversation on Saturday afternoon, analyzing this that and the other thing, and all I could do was giggle to myself and think: this is it. This is the only place on earth that I am 100% myself and 100% understood, 100% of the time.
To paint perhaps one of the greatest part of the weekend: picture this. Carrie is driving, I am in the passenger seat. Mom and Dad are in the back seat, and we are on our way back from an awesome Italian dinner to get a movie and snuggle up on the couch. Mom and Dad are PURPOSELY trying to get Carrie and I to cringe while joking about how they should make out in the back seat. The two of them are giggling trying to get our goat, while I crank the music to tune them out so Carrie and I can jam to Michael Jackson. Blasting Jackson Five's "I want you back", the four of us proceed to scream the song at the top of our lungs in tribute to the King of Pop himself. I cracked a smile and thought: GOD, what dorks! Any onlooker would think we are a bunch of nutcases right now, and many people probably do. But who the hell cares, because its who we are and who we've got.
The end of the weekend wrapped up with a sunny evening dinner on the deck. All I could think on the way home, was how lucky I feel to have a functional, happy family who can only be described as "painfully normal" with some pretty hilarious quirks. I only hope I can be as lucky to create what my parents have created for us. Through years together, they have managed to maintain the bond that started the whole thing to begin with. Through the ups and downs of life, through work that is always demanding, a world that continues to speed up and where broken is more of the norm, they have never lost sight of what is most important. Family, and each other, and that is it.
We all have our own unique family history, and stories. And God bless us all to never lose sight of this most important factor in life.
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