I love my family. Yes, yes, I know. Most people do. But not only do I love them, I love to be with them. As you can imagine, living a hemisphere away doesn't exactly lend itself to frequent visits. So when I get to see my family I get very happy. Imagine my complete and total giddiness, then, when I got to spend several weeks visiting with so many family members. There was time on the lake with my dad and Susan, beers and bag-o with my brother, two road trips with my mom, a flight with my sister. There were the conversations into the wee hours that my brother and sister and I love to have. There were some serious heart-to-hearts with both of my parents. And the general catching up after a year or two of not seeing aunts, uncles, cousins, and my grandparents. My grandparents. They are the kindest and most generous people I know. I love sitting around, playing cards with them and hearing old stories. It was pure bliss, even though we never got around to gin rummy this trip.
I hope you all know how much these visits meant to me.
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