Why does it take so long for us to truly appreciate our families?
Now that I am twenty-eight, living a plane trip away from my parents and two brothers, and starting a family of my own, I am beginning to savor the too few and far between moments spent with my family. I suppose distance, time, and maturity have all contributed to my own gratefulness for them. Who else will tell you the truth even when it hurts? Who else will laugh with you over those hilarious memories of past vacations (like the time your youngest brother accidentally got left behind at a gas station…yes, it really did happen!)? Who else will allow you to freely be yourself the way your family does?
Last week we spent some time with Steve’s family to celebrate our niece’s first birthday. If that wasn’t enough quality time with family, my parents came from Hawaii to visit us this week. Both of our families are wonderful (and I’m not just saying that because some of them read this blog), and I am thankful for the time we had with them.