On Saturday, we spent the day at my brother's house. My dad was visiting and we all gathered to see him and visit. It was, as always, great to see him. We do a lot of reminiscing and even more laughing. It struck me, as we were driving home, that we don't have many memories as a family after my parents divorced. That may sounds dumb, but we have memories after the divorce with my mom, as a family. Yes, we see my dad, but we see him for holidays and visits, the visits I am talking about are the life visits. Just regular gatherings or helping out with stuff, not the holiday formal stuff. After 21 years, it still makes me sad.
But the great thing about Saturday? Was the kids. All the kids running around like maniacs. Having a "What's that horrible smell party?" It truly fills my heart with gratitude and love for all this family, as a whole, has accomplished.
We are blessed!