It’s been a family weekend for me. Nope, I didn’t go to Ohio and none of our family came to visit. Instead it’s been a weekend with our other family – our godchildren, their mother and grandparents.
Our godkids – Jo and JM – are a nine year old girl and a six year old boy. They live on the other side of the county from us and we never seem then as much as we’d like. In the past their grandparents have had a big 4th of July party complete with fireworks, but this year things are a bit different.
On Saturday and Sunday Jo had a softball tournament. This is the second time I’ve gotten to see her play, and I’m so happy to have that opportunity. Then JM spent the night with us on Saturday. Sunday we all spent the night at Mamaw & Popaw’s, which was a blast.
Now we are sitting here waiting for a small town parade to start. This is the part that is reminding me of home. My hometown is the kind of place that has festivals and parades. There are deep-fried foods and folks selling their homemade wares. Later there will be families sitting together in lawn chairs and on blankets watching fireworks. We will be doing that same thing later as well, and I can’t help but think of how this parallels home.
So this holiday weekend we’re having a hometown, family weekend, when though it’s not my hometown or all of our family. We’re with people we love, enjoying time together. That’s a little taste of home.