I had the privilege (and duty) of celebrating my folks’ 60th wedding anniversary last weekend. It really was a privilege. And a duty. But mostly privilege.
It was a busy time of eating, talking, chasing babies, eating, talking, chasing babies. Mobile’s weather was mercifully “cool” and nobody got sick. As far as I know. Then the long drive home, and a few days to recover. And now reflect.
And here’s what I’ve been reflectin’on. When I think back to that sea of bodies in my folks’ house, the chatter, the sweetness, the newlyweds, the new families, the oldyweds… wow. I am thankful for each one of them. It is good to get together.
Now to be honest, I was overwhelmed at first. My sister had given my dad a refresher course on what to do when he felt overwhelmed by noise and confusion – “Go in to your study and close the door until you want to come out. No yelling at the babies!” (he’s old and grumpy sometimes.) But my sister didn’t give me a crash course on what to do when I felt overwhelmed! And boy did I. But I figured it out. It’s the same thing I do at home, or anywhere with an exit door – go walk around outside, and take pictures of stuff. It worked.
So anyway, after finding my feet, this introvert thoroughly enjoyed the weekend. I love that I have a big family. And I love that they have to love me back.