Generally, there is not a lot of actual blogging that takes place on this blog. I'm going to try to remedy that, if only to keep record for myself of the things that happen in my life. The problem is that not a lot that happens is newsworthy (not even for a blog that gets very little traffic).
Tonight, we went over to have family dinner, which is something we haven't been very good about doing for a very long time. When I first met my husband, we used to spend every Thursday night at his aunt's house. It was a ritual I looked forward to all week: a meal cooked with love, conversation with those we felt closest to, followed by an hour of mindless reality TV (Survivor), and more conversation.
It was one of the reasons I fell in love with him, actually--his family. I am incredibly close to mine, and it showed me that we held the same values, and his family is incredible. I was welcomed with open arms from day one.
Until everything changed. I won't go into details here, because airing issues publicly isn't my MO, but the short of it was that, for reasons beyond our control, family dinners were cancelled. I miss them. So very much. Now, we're lucky if we can get together once every couple of months for a meal that is over too soon, because we all have places to be.
Things have changed in the years since we spent every Thursday together. We've all got more going on: kids, unpredictable work schedules, appointments, other commitments, and it breaks my heart. Now, I'm as guilty as anyone else. We don't host dinners because our place is too small, but I know if I picked up the phone and asked, we would always be welcome.
Tonight was fantastic. We got there a little later than I would have liked because of Nugget's nap schedule, but the moment we walked through the door, that same feeling of comfort, love, and belonging was there. I've missed that. The meal was incredible (herb roasted chicken with stuffing, salad, and potatoes... YUM!) and it was so nice to spend time with everyone. Nugget's cousins are absolutely enthralled with him, and the eldest went out of his way to make Nugget laugh with his very best one-man slapstick comedy routine (Cousin will most likely have bruises in the morning).
We are all busy in our lives (this week alone I had two novels to hand in edits for, two galley proofs, a blurb to write, on top of my other writing and promotional stuff) but there needs to be a balance. I just have to find mine.