I have a very large family – not just siblings – to which there are nine of us FYI – 8 girls – 1 boy – oh wait – serious deja vu – I think I have told this story – ah well – sorry if I have.
I had a helluva week.
Road trip to Montreal – stress galore at work. No rest for the wicked. Gotta pay the bills and feed the Boys.
Looking forward to my Friday night – looking forward to some down time.
Home early – fed my kitten heads – fed my Boys – cleaned the stalls – shampooed the carpet – light dinner – 8 pm rolls around – time to tuck the Boys in for the night.
Hubs comes a callin’ – we have visitors. I think to myself – “we don’t have visitors – we never have visitors” – and low and behold tis my cousins and my aunt come a crashin’ my home.
A delight and a joy to see family. Always a delight and a joy.
As we grow older we somehow lose that connection with those that we grew up with – that we spent so many hours with. They grow up and have lives – we grow up and have lives – time ticks away and we lose track.
Our lives took a turn last year when we were so fortunate enough to have found our dream home. Our dream home has allowed us to also achieve the gift of reconnection.
Reconnection with those people that we spent so many hours with at corn roasts – and playing pool on a table in a basement – and cleaning stalls and learning from the master on how to care for my Boys and having bonfires on my farm. The hours we spent rafting in the bog in spring and talking about cars and just having fun as children. So many memories flood into my thoughts right now that I simply cannot catch them all and write them down fast enough. Singing Little Deuce Coup with my cousin and getting my heart broken by a neighbourhood boy at a young age. Learning to hitch and drive a team of horses. Learning from the feet of the master – my uncle – about horses. Learning the how amazing Dr. Pepper is – eating strawberries and cream. When it was socially acceptable to not wear seat belts and driving home with my dad after a weekend with my cousins.
Now – I am older and I have that reconnection and I am so happy.
Time is precious – it flies by so fast and family is so important to have in your life.
My family can crash our little slice of heaven any time. The door is always open.
If we are not here – please make yourselves at home – throw the Boys a flake or two of hay. Ring to bell that is on the front porch – I promise we have not gone far.
Orange Acres 