This past weekend, in a totally random perfect alignment of everything, we had a mini family reunion in city. My people came to town. My aunt and uncle took the train up from texas to meet their children and grandchildren down from New York, my cousin came up from Georgia to celebrate her graduation from medical school, and we convinced Zach to come up from Charlottesville, totaling in almost half of my mother’s side of the family being in town. I haven’t seen these a lot of these people since my own wedding, and even then I missed a lot of the awesome family time because I was distracted getting married. Having them in town, getting to catch up, and letting them get to know James made me so happy. Here are a couple snapshots from the weekend.// My life over the past couple years has been a never-ending saga of getting bangs and then growing them out. I just can’t decide how I feel about them, which leads to this, the state of perpetual shaggy bang that I hate, but can’t seem to shake. // //Donuts are taken very seriously in this family. // //My boys, minus Zach who got suckered into carrying the camera and taking pictures. Having my grown-up baby brother in town never ceases to make my day, and convincing big brother to come up makes it all the better. They just grew into such good ones and I love how they welcomed James into our family.//// THE DOCTOR IS IN! I said that probably nine hundred times last weekend. My cousin Juliana has been talking about being a doctor since we were 5 and I am so proud of her. The full force of her medical degree came into use while entertaining the younger cousins through a long family dinner at Founding Farmers. //// These cuties, my little second-cousins, turning a public fountain into a splash pad.//The wonderful thing about being my family is that they are my people, and we understand each other. We can complain about all the things about our clan that drive us crazy, while still recognizing all the things they gave us of value. I wish I had more pictures from this weekend to show you all these precious faces and momenbs. These are my people, and I love them.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramAnother day of seeking the peace of wild things with my wild things and OK FINE, I’ll post the whole poem in this comment- just because you [didn’t] ask. When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. -Wendell BerryThis morning Henry heard us talking about what’s happening around the country, heard it again from our pastor as we streamed church online. So we had the talk, about racism and violence and protest and right and wrong. It is the worst thing that we have to even have these conversations, and the best thing that so many people I know are having them. Nothing is more encouraging about the future than how confused children are when you explain that some people hate others just because their skin is different.