hi.
we are back here at home and it felt so good to come home, although the days away were as fine as could be.
i think i love my family-my own little family and my first family and all the extended parts-a little more with every passing event that we share together.
in any event, this all surprises me a bit as i hmmn and haww and suffer in the days and moments up to being together. do you do this? or am i just a mess?
i seem to dread the actual event, leading up to it. but when it is upon me i am giddy with the immediacy of being with these people that i do love so much.
my nieces and nephews seem to me to be the best parts of all of my family's traits, wrapped up in really nice looking packages.
i love them to bits.
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the surprise about this weekend was how difficult anna was. or, to be fair, how difficult it was on anna.
we-tim and i; her five big sisters; pretty much everyone she's ever met-have catered to this big-eyed, soft cheeked, sweet natured little girl for her entire life. she spent the first two years, practically, strapped to either tim or i, and with every single person she encountered fawning over her.
for good reason.
she's really something.
but maybe...
we,
who have parented five other children::
well, listen up here: i've basically raised two of those on my own, with an indespensible advisor in the form of tim. oh! and nana and pop...
but me. i'm the one, there.
and then:: the three others-well, tim and i do the daily caring and shuttling and loving, and all sorts of unquantifiable else. but imagine doing all that with a voice so powerful and disparate having the strongest say...
not a pretty sight. not an easy task.
welcome to our world (all of ours....)
and then,
anna.
and we own her outright.
but maybe her station as everyone's love, everyone's buffer...
tim and i have some work to do, i think.
hmmn.
i guess this parenting thing is never ending.
that's ok.
because it's also everything i could ever wish for.
as are these girls. every one of them.
ramble thus completed. more soon.
xo,
tt
