I love home.
I only got to be back for a few hours of sleep before we headed off to Maine on Wednesday to spend the day with the cousins. Family is this incredible thing; you have this group of people who may have nothing in common except blood, who can sit in a room together after not seeing each other for any period of time and just love each other. Its completely comfortable, its totally loving, and its heavenly (quite literally in this case actually :). I say that about friends sometimes, how its great when you can not talk to them for a long period of time and things go right back the way they were … so I guess when friendships come as close as they can to family relationships, they’re great enough for me to comment on.
Our morning at the beach:
|Apparently age order is no longer height order|
|Cutest little girls. Anna (cute girl we nanny) and Gwen (precious cousbie – for those of you who aren’t familiar with that term, it refers to a cousin’s baby 🙂|
|most adorable smile|
|my not so little sister … she’s almost as tall as me now! (And only in New England can you wear sweatshirts on a beach in June. )|
While in Maine I had a great conversation with one of my most favorite people: Why get married?
Why? Because, family is where the best things happen. It is in my family that I have the most fun, feel the most comfort, experience the most joy, and am the most loved. Maybe not for everyone, but luckily for me, I experienced that family is the greatest – and if this is the case – then why wouldn’t you want a family, a haven, a loving refuge from the rest of the world? Families are the best place to learn and to love and to grow.
I love being home. I love families. I wish this rain would stop.
Picking out linens
Finishing touches for centerpieces