Thursday, December 27, 2007
I've thought quite a bit over the years about the women in my family. They're strong, sweet, funny, brilliant. And very Southern. There's a strong artistic streak, as well as a strong streak of melancholia. And no tie binds like family ties. They're mother bears. And they don't hesitate to pull you aside when you've screwed up, gently but firmly set you straight, and love you as fiercely as ever. I love the women in my family.
This last week we all converged at my grandmother's (see picture) and it was the perfect opportunity to observe the women, to interact, to enjoy thoroughly. I don't observe very well when I'm interacting, so I relied on Chris a good deal. He seemed to enjoy the family dynamic, involving himself in good conversations, good food and good fun. Getting to know everyone well.
This was my first Christmas with my family since college, and probably my best Christmas ever. My children's first Christmas ever with my family. It was rowdy and fun, crowded and chaotic. No one complained or whined. Everyone was ecstatic to be together. My grandmother came to life like she hasn't in years. A good time was had by all.
As a P.S.? My exuberant cousin was there with her handsome new husband and beautiful baby boy. I hogged the baby the entire time. It was good.
Until I write again ...