When I was a kid, April was my favorite month because thatís when I had my birthday. Then for a few years, when birthdays started meaning a little less, I didnít much care for April any more. But after Eric was born, 31 years ago this week, I started liking April again. Today Mom and Eric and I were at John and Suzanneís house to celebrate Ericís birthday, and to enjoy each otherís company. Because thatís what families do, right?
No, I understand, not all families work that way, but we have a pretty good thing going here. We ďgetĒ each other and have so much history together (31 years for Eric, even longer for the rest of us) that itís a real pleasure to hang out. And real pleasure isnít all that easy to come by all the time, as you probably know.
My favorite part of these family get-togethers has always been sitting around the table after dinner, talking. I have a hard time spending five minutes with people Iím not comfortable around, but I could sit for hours with family, even if thereís nothing much to say. For us, we donít all see each other as often as we used to, so there was plenty to catch up on. I canít tell you how much I enjoyed it. (Although I think I just did.)