Scott’s reunion involved very little hassle for me because his marvelous sister planned the whole thing. I didn’t have to worry about renting the houses, coordinating meals and activities, nothing. Nada.
However, it was a Big Deal to get the whole family to the Oregon coast for the festivities (or as close to the whole family as we came, anyway). We flew cross-country with a baby, one brother took time off work and flew from California, one sister flew internationally with six kids and no husband. All the rest drove for 12+ hours in three cars, each containing one of the following:
A) two dogs
B) six kids
C) a spitfire toddler and no air-conditioning.
(That would be an interesting beginning to a Choose Your Own Adventure novel, I would think…)
At any rate, we ended up taking a red eye back and it took a full day for me to get back to into the real world.
When I did, I dumped half of my photos on SmugMug and this one took my breath away:
Mackenzie and her Grandma Bean. 🙂
It was interesting for me to have the only baby at the reunion, with 29 people and two dogs in attendance. Mackenzie was very popular. While she was being passed from cousin to Aunt to Grandma and back, I watched her face light up and realized she was only getting a small taste of the love her family has for her.
Take her Grandma Bean, for example. I’ve told Mackenzie how her Grandma flew out to spend Christmas with us and count down the days to her arrival. How she helped me through days of contractions (and lack of contractions), and waited outside the delivery room to hear Mackenzie’s first cries. How she sat with me for the next few days in the hospital, finishing her special blankets for Mackenzie while I fumbled through my first attempts at breastfeeding, and walking unassisted. How she accepted a bundle of crying baby from crying me without hesitation at 2 am on our second night home.
When I see that secret smile Mackenzie is giving her Grandma, I think maybe she understands a little.
If that one moment was the only reason we made the trek to Oregon, I would do it again in a heartbeat.