When I look at YOU....

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Our weekend of reunion is over.
We havent all been home together since Pop died.
This was a happy occasion, beyond happy... joyous.
I can only add a few pictures but they are well chosen to reflect a bit of what and how I feel.
When I look at these people, that mean the world to me, I can say I feel a comfort that only few can provide.
My husband.  Andy.
We can fight, and tussle... hard.
But when we are on-we rock.  We had it all together this night.  He made me laugh, and dance, and relax.  After the last posts about having two husbands at this wedding, I can tell you... I am a lucky gal.  We all sat together and enjoyed our company.  My Andy was gracious and understanding.
We danced and snuggled and laughed some more.  I felt like a schoolgirl with him.  
There are a few pictures of my brothers and I.  I chose this one because we are all so relaxed.  You can hardly see Danny but to my left you can see his smiling face and his hand on my elbow.  I truly LOVE these guys.
smiling, casual, just US.  
My warts, their warts, good days bad days, They have my back.  I sat at the table and admired them with their partners and thought, I am a lucky lucky girl to know what unconditional love is.
Why we are so far apart, geographically, is a question for the ages.  Many reasons for that....
I accept them. 
It certainly doesn't change how much I love and respect these guys, good and bad.  They are my connection to everything that made us.  Who we are, why we are, how we got here, to these days so far apart but forever bound by "luck".
Lucky to have our parents.
The picture of my Mom.  Smiling and happy, beautiful as ever.  Enjoying her children, grandchildren, cousins, siblings.  Truly a lady.  Yes there were a few tears, of course.  How can we go to any event and not wish he were here.
Then one shot of "the cousins" certainly not all of them, but these gals represent... THE BIG PICTURE.
Why its ok to not have ALOT of friends,
WHy its ok to play rummy with your cousins on a saturday night instead of being out drinking,
Why when you think, "What do I do now?"  You always know...someone will be there for you.
Its the "rest of us" that finishes us.
What rounds out the picture of.... its going to be ok.
Now am I just in the "post wedding, get together ... I love everyone state of mind?"
Yes.
But I can tell you I can look at hese pictures ten years from now and say..
Brothers, cousins, Mother, children...When I look at you, I see my forever.
I can never be lost to the ages with the gang of people I have been blessed with.
I sat in church while Matt and Molly exchanged wedding vows and couldn't help but think of the ones that weren't there with us in person.
The church itself saw so many of our family married, baptised, funerals from its walls.
It rings with OUR PEOPLE.
MY PEOPLE.
Forever is a long time, thats how long we will be.
So in conclusion.  The reunion weekend is over.
The wedding itself, a success in every way.
beautiful couple.
Me... I feel... humbled, lucky, loved, and blessed.
Because these people... make me that way.
Love you....



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Anonymous said…
Awesome, everyone looks soo great! So good to see all of you having such a great time together. Much love, S.K.
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