I didn’t say much about it when it was here, but Easter came to mind now that my sis is back in Missouri and it seems like things have slowed down here at the Bu home.
I spent most of the Saturday before Easter at the blue lake cottage where my dad’s family has met for holidays, birthdays and laughs ever since I can remember. It’s across from a camp that had a spooky old house we always told each other was haunted when we tried to scare our siblings and cousins.
I talked with my older, now 30-something cousins about all the topics that usually disrupt family gatherings – religion, politics, war, and taxes. And it turns out it was one of the best times ever talking about grown up things till 11:30 at night before we noticed the clock and headed home.
I no longer hold a seat at the kid table, and not because I’m soon 28. Most gatherings my cousins and I call seats at the “kid table” but with the eldest 3 cousins present with their kids I finally realized a little how we’ve all grown up a bit, and that we’ve all made some outright adorable kids. We’ve restocked the kid table with 6 great grandchildren that Grandma had a blast seeing all together. It felt like Christmas cheer everywhere with all the kids laughing and playing together. That’s the best way to describe it. Grandma didn’t want to go home till late and even my cousins from Chicago waited till near midnight to drive home to the Windy City.
Nothing better than good fun with family.