my family visit

I just got back from spending 5 days in San Jose with my family. My sister, Becky, is going to have a baby in a few weeks and my mom was going on a retreat, so I went up, just in case. The first day I was there, we went to dinner at my brother’s new house. It was just us kids, me, peter, his wife Stephanie, Becky and my nieces. (Stephanie should get a medal; she has an almost-3 year old, and an infant, along with most of their stuff still in boxes and no running water in the kitchen. And she still made a great dinner for all of us.) A couple days later, they all came over to mom’s house and I made dinner. I was thinking that it was cool that just us kids get together. I remembered another time when we all got together for dinner.
Once in college we had Thanksgiving dinner together when my parents went to my grandmother’s funeral in Wisconsin. Peter and Becky made everything: turkey, stuffing, potatoes, etc. (Peter stuffed the turkey the night before, and then had to un-stuff it so we didn’t get sick.) They were so excited that it was the earliest dinner we’ve ever had. And it was really good.
I feel really blessed and happy to have a family that likes to be around each other, even when mom didn’t say we had to be. I love them a lot, and I know that they love me too.