Last week, my cousin Bill and his wife, Cindy came for a visit from Kansas. They were taking a 2-week holiday to a couple of cities and to visit various family as well as some new sight-seeing excursions. I was beyond delighted when they included my hometown and my home on their itinerary.
It’s been a few years since Steve and I have last seen them. In fact, the last time it was one of those, “We only get together for funerals or weddings” type of visits. Thankfully, that was a wedding–always a joyous occasion! This trip, however, was neither a wedding nor a funeral–it was pure enjoyment, and it was long overdue!
I sat patiently–okay not so patiently–on the sofa and awaited their arrival all the while sitting with my nose practically stuck to the glass of our picture window! Finally, I caught sight of their truck and–more importantly–their two familiar faces and I was off the sofa in a shot and out the front door.
“They’re here!” I yelled to Steve and he soon was behind me out the front door. I barely allowed them to exit the vehicle before I was dishing out hugs with a massive smile on my face.
Once inside, I was offering food and beverages and seats. We sat for hours and talked and laughed and even shed a few tears before the luggage was even out of the back of the truck! Then we were off to dinner where more laughter and talking ensued. Oh! The time passed way too quickly!
After dinner, we went back to the house and out to the gazebo with a bottle of wine and stories from our childhood mixed with updates on their lives and their children. We talked about all those loved ones who were now missing from our lives. We shared funny episodes from family gatherings, we made several trips through the family tree, and our tongues never tired and the stories never ceased and none were repeated!
The following morning, Bill and I were the first to rise. It was so good to sit in the living room with him and talk quietly. It had been so long since that had last happened. I savored the time that seemed but a moment to get personally reacquainted with my cousin. I felt selfish wanting to keep him there as long as possible, all the while knowing he had other family to see in other cities, other states. For that time, he was a willful captive and it is time I will cherish.
Over breakfast, more talking, more laughing, and a few more tears. When the visit came to a close, and they packed up the back of the truck, hugs went around quite a few times. It was hard to let them leave knowing it would be a while before hugs came around again, but it was a wonderful visit–one filled with love and sweet, sweet memories. One that created new sweet memories!
Family is indeed a precious blessing from God. Every visit should be such a joyous occasion whether the family lives around the corner or half a country away. Time passes too quickly, and life is way too short not to make time to visit and reminisce, relive old memories, and create beautiful new ones.
Until next time, may there be warm hugs, boisterous laughter, and even a tear or two whenever your family gathers!