Tonight almost all of my family got together at my mom and dad’s little tiny house. When that happens, it becomes what I call the “happy chaos”. The house is about the right size for the two of them, it’s ok when Sam and I visit, it’s close when there’s more than that. Add small children, any number, and it gets crazy. But good crazy.
Tonight my son and his three sons, (our amazing, super-human, practically-walk-on-water grandsons), my daughter, my sister and her two girls, and my brother were all there packed into a noisy, happy, sardine can of family love. They had chicken for dinner and brownies for dessert. And after that, they set up a computer, and video chatted me in.
It was wonderful and terrible – like being in the same room, but behind glass, or tied to a chair. I got to watch the boys giggling and wrestling, and see them playing with their cousins. I got to see how beautiful Courtney looks with the way she is wearing her bangs now. I got to watch Jeremiah make faces at himself in the monitor and laugh myself silly. But at the same time, I had tears in my eyes, because I wanted so much to tickle the boys myself. I wanted so much to take Courtney in my arms. I haven’t hugged her since Christmas. I haven’t hugged ANY of them since Christmas, since that difficult, special Christmas when everything was overshadowed by me having to tell my family about my cancer. That was the last time we spent together. It was sad, and solemn, and loving, and intense. And I miss all of them so much – and watching them laugh and play and smile at each other was just beautiful – but oh, I wanted to be there so badly!
Children are a blessing and a gift from the LORD. Psalm 127:2-4 (so are parents… and sisters and brothers)