I’ll give you just one example of what I mean. I offered to throw a little pre-wedding shindig for my future sister-in-law and 15 of her friends at my place and I hadn’t had any sleep in days and days for all sorts of reasons and I found myself running late at work and I had a wicked epic migraine to boot. The headache was so bad that I had to stop on the way home at the grocery store for water and Excedrin and a banana and I may or may not have actually puked up the Excedrin and water and banana in my mouth at the store and had to swallow it back down so as not to puke all over the pharmacy floor. (Look, that seemed like the better option at the time, OK?)
I had to sit in the car in the parking lot at the grocery store for 15 minutes with the A/C on and my eyes closed just to make it through the drive home. Now keep in mind that I’m was already SO LATE and had 15-ish people due at my house in approximately 45 minutes time. I finally make it home and went RUSHING into the house to throw up again. When I emerged from the bathroom, I saw that Mom and Janaan and Leanna had salads chopped up and ready to mix, sugar cookies and bread sticks piled artfully trays and champagne on ice. Everything was ready to go. It looked beautiful. And it tasted even better. And that’s just one of many MANY times my Mom and Janaan and Leanna have bailed me out and made one of my crazy parties a total success.
Dad helped us build our chicken coop on what was arguably the most miserably cold and rainy day of the summer and surprised me with new tires for my car when I really really really needed them and couldn’t afford to buy them. He will talk to me about anything and still spoils all of us girls rotten and I love it.
Mom spends countless hours searching for recipes and grocery shopping and experimenting with food and creating amazing meals every Sunday. She spent I don’t know how many days this year fulfilling our yippie fantasies and canning salsa and tomatoes and jams and jellies and ketchup and dilly beans. And no matter what, she remembers to make up a batch of leftovers for Alek. He was the best fed RCA student by a long shot.
I rely on my family every single day. For dog sitting, for advice, for fun, for companionship and more. They put up with me being late, being loud, being profane, and being liberal. They know all of my flaws and the huge mistakes that I’ve made and they still love me. They give me so much that I can only hope to try to give back. When I look at these pictures my heart just wants to burst. Another beautiful year together. I can’t wait to see what the next one will bring.