This past weekend was one of those that held a lot of those little unexpected pieces of happy. But I figure I will hit a dry spell at some point, so better to save some for those days.
So, my happy for this post is Family.
Now, don’t get me wrong, family can cause plenty of strife also, but we are focusing on the happy here people, not the negative nellies.
This past Sunday, I had the pleasure of meeting a good chunk of my husband’s family. Other than lots of Facebook posts and a few run ins I had never really met them/ gotten the chance to hold a real conversation with them. So, I was nervous… well that is putting it mildly. After being with the man for over 14 years, meeting his family was a step I thought we were long past. But I was excited… and nervous… lots of mixed emotions going on.
Within ten minutes of arriving, we were hugging and laughing. My three kids, all of various ages were all playing with cousins they had never met before. When I say it was a beautiful, beautiful sight, I truly mean it.
The more people we met, the sound of laughter grew. Squeals of playing kids mingled with the deep baritones of the men making jokes about each other. Everything just fell into place. It was so amazing words really do fail me (and being a writer that says a lot).
On July 4th, we had a picnic at my cousin’s and I remember thinking the same thing as she gave my kids their first sparklers to to hold.
It reminded me of the picnics I would go to with my mom and nana as a kid. Kids running amuck while the adults sat in their little groups sharing stories of when they were kids. The sweet smell of the sun on our skin and reveling in the all of the food we could pick from. As the sunk sank lower, we would draw closer to the adults, listening to the stories and hoping that one day we would have such great stories to tell. As the fireflies came out, and we started to make our god byes our eyes would grow heavy but we didn’t want them to close, because then the day would be over.
So I didn’t yell when my kids tried to hide and keep playing (now I did yell at my husband, but that is a whole other story) because I remembered what it was like, not wanting that magic to end. And I have to say I felt the same way.
Family… yup, that’s my happy.
And another happy for all of those great summer memories we store up as kids, like fireflies in a jar. Bright and beautiful, our little bit of brilliance in a sea of darkness.