In October of 2019, we traveled back east to D.C to visit my parents and siblings. We’d visited that Spring and were planning on another trip soon, so we kept that one small and quick.
Little did we know we wouldn’t be seeing most of my family again for more than a year and a half. By the time we were able to safely travel, little B had forgotten ever meeting them, or riding on an airplane.
As soon as all of the adults were fully vaccinated, we planned a reunion at Lake Anna in Virginia. One big house, 11 adults, 5 kids, and dozens of toasted marshmallows, kayak rides, games and more. The boys caught their first fish, we had Thanksgiving dinner to make up for the one that was missed, and gave lots of hugs (although Little B is still learning to allow others into his bubble.)
What I’m most grateful for other than the good time, is that we all made it. Yes, we traveled from different parts of the country on planes, trains and automobiles to get there, but we all made it to the other side of a difficult and dangerous time, to be able to raise a toast together. We know many people who do not have the privilege of seeing their family members again. When I looked around the room that first night as we sat around one table for dinner, I counted my blessings. All 15 of them. And we raised a glass to family.
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