this weekend officially marks the first Easter since leaving home that i have not traveled to be with Family.
capital F. Family.
traditionally: mom, dad, sisters, grandparents, maybe some cousins thrown in for spice on the deviled eggs.
one or two years it’s been with in-law, or as i like to call them: bonus, Family.
one year in college i even Eastered with a might-as-well-be-Family in a sacred place in missouri, hunting very colorful eggs with very spirited children. but that is a whole lot of ‘nother story.
alas, this year we are staying home.
lots of traveling and visitors to our one-bedroom treehouse, lack of routine and rest, have just plain tuckered us out. so we settle in for a beautiful weekend in nashville, to refuel, reset, soak up some sun, and lay low.
and-confession-i don’t feel guilty like i think i should for being away from Family. i miss them, love them, wish i could snap my fingers and see them. always.
but i don’t feel like i’m wrong to be here. this is home, for however long.
this is Family, too.
this is Family, first.
happy Easter and together-time to Family near and far. i love you.