This weekend I had a family filled weekend, and I loved it. Paul and I had traveled to St. Louis for my cousin's wedding, which was actually in a small town a little outside of St. Louis. Before the wedding I had a chance to spend some time with Grandpa. It's been a strange journey watching him age and grow sicker. I feel very grateful that his mind is still mostly the same, and we can make new memories during visits and share a lot of laughs.
Saturday, we headed to the "destination wedding", and I got to spend time hanging out and dancing with these lovely ladies...
and these dorky guys. Did you know my dad was a twin? They've been identical their whole lives - even now in their 50s. It's freaky.
Since Paul and I live far away from our families, we really appreciate every chance we get to spend with them. We've made a commitment to visiting as often as we can, though it never feels like enough. I've been trying to be better about keeping in touch through phone and email - the big advantage of living in the modern age! So grateful for my family and the person they've helped me become.
P.S. I wrote my first guest blog today over at Fumbling Toward Grace. It will be a semi regular feature on the connection between food and social justice. Check it out!