back to my roots

There is no cure to a glum mood than family who loves you. There was no short supply of that yesterday as I was greeted, embraced and showered with love and appreciation at my aunt and uncle's home where my extended family had gathered to visit with the girls and I. Humbled by the love that is filled to the brim of all those lovely people, I revelled in the beauty that is. You can't choose family, so it makes me feel all the luckier to be born into such a big gracious and accepting family. It doesn't matter how long it's been since we last saw eachother - it's always like no time has passed, and we spend the time we get catching up and soaking in the presence of eachother. I know I should be here, all the time - it shouldn't be a vacation to come see these wonderful people I have in my life. I just can't seem to make myself get up and leave - can't make my feet move. It feels like I have been trying to uproot myself for years now (and really, I have been). Maybe soon - maybe it's time.