I'm getting OLD.

Those two dreaded words.


Family. Reunion.

I know, right? But, O.K., I have a confession. This is going to be hard to believe.

Brace yourself.

The older I get, the more I love family reunions.

There. I said it.

But it is so true. When I was in High School and College, I would've rather gone to the dentist and have a root canal than go sit for hours in a house with mostly older people, that I saw once a year, and talk about what we haven't been doing, with the people we haven't been doing it with, for the last few years.


But now, I love going. Not only because I have a new found appreciation for my family's love and consideration of others, (it took me a while, I know. 26 years to be exact.), but because I am really interested in knowing about my great grandparents, who they were and what they used to love. We had a reunion on my dad's side today. I had a great time.


I'm thinking that the older I get, the more I am going to love going to these types of gatherings. I've realized that it would be really sad for me to look back on my life and be able to tell you about every character on Everybody Loves Raymond, but not be able to tell you about my own family. So I want to learn as much as I can about the ones that have already left us, and the ones that are still here while I have the chance. And I would recommend that to anyone else.

Even if your family seems a little... oh, I don't know..... weird.
Even if you DO still have to sit at the kids table and you're 40. :)
It's so worth it.