So we were home to celebrate my brother and grandfather’s birthdays. The trip home was awesome. Party at Mamaw and Papaw’s. Sunday on boats on the river. By listening to my family talk about our history, I have gotten some insight toward who I am.

Here’s what I’ve learned from home.

My great-grandmother lived an incredibly rough life. Left home, to never return, at 13. Struggled with children with disabilities, due to genetics and accidents. Buried 3 of her own children. Struck and killed a neighborhood child in a car accident. Struggled with a lot. For the first time EVER I have thought about what might be worse than not having children: losing them.
My family is not thin. Almost the entire extended family was at the birthday party. Somehow the conversation drifted to a joking conversation on BMI. I think there were 5 people there who might not be overweight. 2 are in high school and 3 are spouses/significant others of us grandkids. So my problem is not just my own. I come by it naturally.
I have an amazing husband. He’ll sit around and listen to people talk about people he never met. He handles my big family very well considering he came from a very small one. Poor, sweet Nathan.
I love home home. I do. I cannot imagine living there at this point in my life. I have grown up so much from the small-town girl I used to be. I am glad I grew up there, but I am glad that I searched for more – and that I Nathan went looking with me.

I think that’s all the life lessons I had from Greenup this weekend.

But so many life lessons from tonight’s screening of the new X-Files movie. But that’s for tomorrow…