What happens when your cousin gets married 400 miles away in northern California?
You pack your bags and road trip it up the 5 fwy because family matters.
This past weekend I did just that and it proved to be one of the more emotional unions I have yet to witness. My cousin Kyle married his soul mate Suzi in front of their family and friends while his mom smiled down from above. My dear Aunt Pam lost her ten year battle with cancer 3 years ago, and I know she was nothing but proud. And while we wanted to make the day as happy as possible, bittersweet tears were involved. Watching his mom’s best friend walk him down the aisle, his dad’s speech, the special photo locket of my aunt attached to the brides bouquet, the mother son dance with his mom’s best friend, it was all heavy on the heart. The day was gorgeous and I couldn’t be happier for the two of them as the embark on this next chapter of their lives.
This past weekend got me thinking… our lives are like an hour glass. A timer of sorts, measuring the passage of time. We never know when the last drop of sand will fall and our time will have run out. With that being said, we are told to enjoy everyday like its our last. This rings so true to me this past weekend as I looked around and saw the void in the crowd and left thankful that my sister and I have both of our parents here living and breathing. While I do not know what tomorrow will bring, my only hope is that my parents continue to witness milestones in my sister and I’s life. I hope one day my dad gets to walk me down the aisle and give me away forever. I hope I can call my mom for many years to come when I’m sick or in need of parenting advice. I hope my parents get to love on more grandchildren and watch them get married and have kids.
Everyday is priceless and can so easily be taken for granted. This weekend was perspective for me.
An added bonus? Time spent with my dad and sister. Just the three of us. Something about being with my dad and sister for a whole weekend makes me feel like I’m still a little kid and age doesn’t matter. Everything is paid for. Clothing choices are commented on. Laughter is in abundance. Perspective is given. Lessons are taught. Heart to hearts are had. The love my dad has for my sister and I radiates onto everyone around him, and in turn we love him fierce. These moments don’t happen quite enough. It’s just what I needed to ease the transition into 30 this week.
I love my family. I love my family. I love my family.