I am constantly reminded lately that family is so much more than what you’re born into. It’s more than often those you find, or who find you, along the way. It’s acceptance despite the disagreements. It’s laughter and arguments and hugs and fights and a whole lot of unconditional love. It’s connections that, sometimes, run just as deep or deeper than blood relations do. It’s those who are there. I feel like such a lucky girl to have acquired so much of this sort of family into my life.
More on Family and Thanksgiving Weekend:
The above picture was taken by Robby’s niece. She’s two. Impressive,eh?
Husband and I spent Thanksgiving with his family in Port Neches, Texas. This is about a 5 hour drive from Austin, and with two dogs in the car it makes for quite a road-trip.
Seeing my second family and eating the food that was prepared was quite worth it though.
My daddy-in-law and I got into our first ever political debate. We were sitting outside on the porch. Robby had to walk away. Husband is much like his mom, usually neutral and calm. I’m much more like his dad, argumentative and stubborn. I thought we were having a pretty friendly debate though. Mr. Boudreaux is extremely conservative. I’m pretty moderate. I was simply trying to clear up some stereotypes he seemed to have, and he seemed to simply want to wring my neck. He eventually walked away from me, obviously irked. I was scared. I had never seen my dad-in-law so upset, especially not at me. He loves me. I went back inside, feeling bashful, and eventually made my way to the dessert table. Mr. Boudreaux eventually made his way back inside too, and found me eating some pie. He looked at me eating my pie momentarily,and with an almost straight face announced:
“That’s what liberals eat.”
I attempted not to die laughing.
Um. I kind of got sick Thanksgiving night. Robby’s family paces themselves and drinks for 8 hour periods at a time. I don’t know how to pace myself nor can I drink for 8 hour periods at a time. I also kind of forgot that I’ve lost a significant amount of weight and my body can’t handle liquor like it used to be able to. Once 10:30 pm rolled around, I was throwing up in my in-laws toilet. I’m so glad that I’m past the proving myself stage.
My mom-in-law, sister-in-law and I all went Black Friday shopping. We had a lovely time bonding and shopping, and I came back with 100 dollar Reebok running shoes for only 35 dollars. Though I actually didn’t even spend that. Robby’s mom spoils me a bunch and bought them for me.
Robby’s niece and nephew are freaking adorable and I adore them. It’s also a nice reminder that husband and I are going to make some cute ass babies one day.
Saturday night, hubby and I were back in our house and I was ready to see some more family of the non-related kind. Five of my closest buddies came over, bringing liquor and love along with them. The great thing about my friend’s liquor and their love? They both seem to stick around long after they’re gone. Priscilla left a whole bottle of wine (I’ve been instructed not to drink more than half,but I may or may not oblige.) Deesh left plenty of cotton candy vodka, and someone left some Shiner for the husband. I feel the liquor love.
Other favorite moments of the night: Unintentionally being color-coordinated with my best dude friend. Breaking a wine glass and Emily vacuuming it all up for me. Sometimes I call her Mommy Emily. Giggles with my girlies. Getting Deesh tipsy. (He rarely drinks and has never been drunk. Seeing him tipsy is always a pleasure.) Looking around the room at faces that I love and who love me right back, and feeling overwhelmingly satisfied and happy.
Last night I made chicken parmesan and french onion soup and cuddled up on the couch with the husband to eat it. I’ve gotten much better at cooking lately. And the two of us seem to keep getting more awesome at this relationship stuff. We’re now going on four years of togetherness. The first couple of years we were together, I kept wondering when things would start going downhill. I had been conditioned to believe that this was how all relationships worked. It’s all I had ever really known. Surprisingly, it’s only gotten so much better. We’ve only gotten so much better. We’re annoyingly good together. There’s enormous amounts of mutual trust, respect, adoration and attraction. We’re friends just as much as we are lovers. We call each other sickening names such as “honey bear” and “cuddle bug.” Husband, in husband-like fashion,mentioned a couple of nights ago, “Baby, We get to have sex forever.” And this, for us, is a good thing. I’m beginning to realize now that a relationship that gets consistently and disgustingly more good as the years go by is probably a really good sign. We’re not going to go downhill; We’ve made it up that damn hill and we’re going to stay there. Him and I, we’re in this thing for the long haul.
My family is the sort that comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes—Sometimes even with four legs and a tail. It’s all of the amazing wonders in my world who know and love and accept and cherish me as much as I do them. It’s those who make me the happiest. It’s those who do nice things when they really don’t have to. It’s those who adore me, not because they have any sort of obligation to, but just because they do.
To sum it up, My best friend commented on my blog the other day and said this:
“I’ve never met anyone quite like you and I wish I was the only one who could say that butttt I probably am not because you are that special in so many ways.”
I think family, wherever they may come from and whoever they might be, does just that. They look past the imperfections. They see the special in you.