The whole family headed down to my parents' house in Georgia this past weekend to see my siblings and their families. Literally everyone was there, something that hasn't happened since Oliver was three months old and meeting his aunts and uncles (and grandfather) for the first time. It was loud, chaotic, and well, home. We went to pools (yes, plural), the grandboys (and grandma) played in the woods behind their house, making dams and tossing rocks. Oliver bunked on a mattress in my parents' room. I tried unsuccessfully to get some reading done, instead getting sucked in late Sunday night to the Twilight saga, courtesy of my sister's DVD copies of the first two movies. We ate -- others much more so than me, but I did enjoy my mother's potato salad. There were matchbox car races, which Oliver won, and a sparkler and fireworks show by my brother-in-law, with musical interlude by my sister. I met my brother's new girlfriend, whom Oliver liked almost as much as Jon's dog (which is to say, quite a bit).
The trip down was a nightmare, as the trip down to my parents' house recently seems to be. There was an accident on I-24 that resulted in it taking 2 hours to get the 25 miles to Murfreesboro, where Lucy's kennel was. Then we couldn't find the kennel, then we had to stop for dinner, and then we almost ran out of gas. The trip home was easy, but Wes had to drive so I could read for class, and then he had to work several hours later. It was one of those trips that I normally wouldn't make -- too short a time there, on a holiday weekend, in the middle of busy schedules for me and Wes. But, well, it's family, and if you can't be a little inconvenienced for them, who can you.
So I'm thankful for family -- all of them. I'm thankful for safe, if not easy, trips there and back. And I'm thankful that my mom's offered to come to our house for the next visit. I don't know if I can handle another 3-hour tour that lasts longer.
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