Tuesday, November 24, 2009
ma famille
I am tremendously grateful for my family. I have the most wonderful parents and only wish that my kids could have as nice of parents as I do! I have heard from some reliable sources that they had mellowed by the time I came along, so one more thing to chalk up on my gratitude list. Lucky me! They have given me so much ~~ love, music, humor, experiences, knowledge, curiosity, faith, self-worth.... I also love coming from such a big family. I enjoy being the ninth child (number 9? number 9?), the baby girl, having three wonderful sisters, and six brothers (!) which I love to point out when people talk about being teased ~~ I think I beat you. Whenever I hear stories of people who are going solo through life (sad to be all alone in the world...) it is something I can hardly fathom and I am thankful that I only have to imagine it.
I am sure that it was insane having that many people around, but I don't remember it being that chaotic. I was more than likely immune to it, but I still think that my mom pulls off big family gatherings with aplomb ~~ and there is even usually enough mashed potatoes. I dedicate this song to my family in remembrance of Sunday dinners and in particular to my little brother {and his wife}. I love all of you!
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I know, I only had 5 brothers. But I had no sisters for buffers. I had to adopt friends like you! poor me.
Well I get it completely: 6 brothers and 3 sisters for me, too. :)
Where on Earth did you find that song? That is perfect for your "little" brother! :) and maybe his wife...
I love that picture of you, Mary! What a cutie you are! Your mom was amazing to let us have such large sleepovers at your house. She was very brave, but perhaps just used to crowds!
Perfect song. sunday dinners, growing up, I learned to eat super fast because everything went so fast, especially mashed potatoes. I wasn't a boy, but I was growing too.
You know you can only express gratitude for the next few months, or we will all remind you of our jealously. So what if someone forgets your name. "South o' France" is what we will all say if any complaining word escapes your lips.
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