I have two older sisters who are both married, one with kids. I was the baby of the family. We are the very definition of a close family. Greg’s family is the exact same way, except adding me was more of an adjustment.
Greg is the oldest sibling of two and the first to get married, including his extended family. Not only is this completely new to his family, I also took them from 4 people to 5. For those of you who think this isn’t a big deal; trust me it is. Games no longer can be played with equal teams, dinner outings are never as easy, and oh yeah, I’m the only girl, so that brings its own hurtles.
Greg’s younger brother is bringing his new girlfriend over this weekend to celebrate Father’s Day and to meet us. She has already met his parents but not Greg or me….. can I say I’m nervous? Because I’m nervous. Michael (his brother) likes to keep to himself so the fact that he is dating is a wonderful thing, but what if I don’t like her? Or what if I do like her and it doesn’t work out? I become attached too easily; its a gift and a curse.
All the while, now I get to see everyone on their best behavior again and I won’t be the one trying to impress 🙂 The joys of being out of the dating life, am I right?!
All of the obstacles I faced taking my in-laws from a family of 4 to 5 are finally settled; we got in a rhythm, we figured things out and it’s all changing. Now we are moving to 6…yikes!
Stayed tuned, because even I don’t know how this will turn out!
I’ve taken a little break from posting, not because of a lack of something to say but a lack of time to say it.
Updates on my life (if you were wondering):
Throughout this move I have been working remotely for my previous job in Cincinnati. That job had become more than just a paycheck and those people became family. I said goodbye to that world last week as I passed it off to my replacement and while I am still going to be helping out for the next couple weeks, that left me hurting.
I also lost my grandmother a little over 2 weeks ago and while it was expected, it doesn’t make it easy.
The house is still…… a house…….. not a home. We had my parents in town for the funeral and while it was great having family close and even staying with me, it was very apparent I don’t know the area. We were constantly on our phones figuring out places nearby, and sometimes that just gets annoying.
We met up with some of our best friends half way in the middle for a dinner date and while it was not a far drive for either of us, we both got on the interstate and headed in opposite directions. Another reminder that I don’t go back to the place I yearn for.
I’ve also decided to start talking to myself as an adult. I honestly don’t think I’m in ‘self-pity’ mode but I’ve let myself feel sad. Now, I think it’s time for me to start allowing myself to feel happy; but that’s for another post.
So as life (hopefully) calms down for a minute, I hope to jump back into writing more frequently.
Thank you, deeply, for standing beside me through this journey.
My parents have been married 37 years today……37 YEARS!
Growing up, I swore I was going to have a marriage like theirs. They never let us kids affect them, or vise versa. If they were having an argument, it wasn’t in front of us; every once in a while we might have ‘felt’ the tension but there was never a raised voice to be heard. I’m sure times were sometimes harder than I realized, but that was the thing. I never realized because it was never detrimental to their marriage.
They met on the school bus as kids. My dad saved my mom a seat for months before she finally sat next to him. On their second date, my dad uttered the word ‘love’ and my mom laughed in his face. And to think they love each other more now than the day they said ‘I do.’
I’ve never seen a guy look at a girl the way my dad looks at my mom.
So Mom and Dad, if you ever read this: thank you. Dad, you have shown your three daughters how a man should love his beloved. Mom, you have shown us how to be a great wife. Thank you for loving each other through it all. For changing and growing but always choosing the other.
On behalf of all three of us…. Thank you.
The run was super great. I felt good, was challenged without getting discouraged, hit an amazing mile time and ended up finishing first in my division. I never expected any of that to happen so I was incredibly grateful it went as well as it did.
While we were basking in the glory of our run, it also followed with a heavy heart: This weekend came with a death in the family. My husband’s grandfather passed away. Wasn’t something that was completely unexpected, as he was 95 years young, but it’s still a hard pill to swallow.
We continue to learn how to marriage through life and death.