My Gramma and I have been lucky enough to enjoy a visit from family these past few weeks... regretably I've had to work most of the time they've been here, but my days off have been a (rare) wonderful treat.
I'll admit, I'm not the first to jump at the opportunity to lend my time to 8 children under the age of 13, HOWEVER, I LOVE these kids. My cousins are wonderful, despite the freezing cold showers on Sunday mornings, arguments in pitches only poodles can hear, horrific noise at UGLY hours of the morning, and completely unpredictable throw-up episodes in the van, these past few weeks have been great. It's not very often that we have the opportunity to get together in such big groups (yes, I know, surprising considering the size of my family) - to better illustrate these events, I would ask that one imagines the movie 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' - a mayhem of bodies, laughing, talking, hugging, crying, and CHILDREN. I could never understand why the potential husbands and wives were always so intimidated at family gatherings; having gotten older, and more able to stand back and observe the chaos of my clan, I can more easily understand.
There are some things I won't miss - having my room back to myself, warm showers, everything being left in the spot where it belongs - BUT I will miss 8 little "Good morning Aubie"'s every day, and the priceless comments that only kids can get away with (like Jacob during the prelude music in Sacrament Meeting this morning - he leaned over to me and asked "Aubie, WHAT is this TINY song for?!"), and having someone who wants to play with you all the time, who thinks you're the best even when you're wearing pajamas and have morning breath.
All things considered, I think a visit from the family is worth two weeks of cold showers.
You are very blessed! That is one reason I wanted a big family - I want LOTS of grandchildren. And I tell my children all the time!
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