I’m finally back from the weekend with my family. I don’t think I ever realized how beautiful the ranch is. I got there late on Thursday and woke up early on Friday (this wasn’t my choice). The morning was so cool and beautiful and fresh so I went for a walk. I didn’t bring my tennis shoes, so I just went out in my PJs and my crappy shoes, and went for a walk. It felt so good, that I wanted to run. So in my crappy Payless shoes and my PJs, I started running. This was the first time I’ve run in weeks if not months. It felt so good. It was so beautiful. Then I started feeling bad. I started crying. I didn’t want to be home for a funeral. I didn’t want everyone to be sad. I shouldn’t be out enjoying myself when everyone was sad. It’s funny how running makes all these things come up. Just moving one foot in front of the other over and over brings out so much emotion.
The rest of the weekend involved a lot of food, some crying, and lots of family. We all ate a lot of food, drank a lot of wine (the house is in a vineyard after all) and looked at some really old pictures of my family. My grandma looks like an actress from Madmen in some of them, and my Pop Pop looks so different, but always with a big smile. I loved looking at all the old pictures and I could have seriously sat there for hours. Some of them were pictures of my great grandparents as children. There was even one where everyone was wearing pioneer type garb. I took some of these pictures, and I’m going to try to scan them and maybe post a few on here. I don’t think I ever realized how much I like my family. Each and every one of them are really cool people. Even though Pop Pop isn’t here any more and that makes everyone sad, he left behind a really awesome family. I think that’s something to be happy about.
That and all the wine ☺
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