I spent the weekend surrounded by love.
I went to my family reunion for the second time. My father's father's people. Amazing people with strong genes and a stronger sense of family. From the time I showed up at our 70's-themed dance, I knew it was going to be a good time. There was laughing, there was dancing, jokes were told and hugs were given freely.
I was surrounded by love.
Everyone knew that we belonged to my daddy. Even people I never met. We looked, well I looked just like "Chauls!" Didn't I look just like "Chauls?" (Charles) What can I say, I favor my daddy, but then everyone favored everyone because they have some strong genes. I found out where my thick head of hair, that had lots of length when I was younger, came from. All the little girls and some grown women walked around with so much hair. Such pretty, thick hair. I saw little girls and saw my sisters and me in them. I looked at the women and realized that I had inherited some bosom. I also saw that I was not afforded their height. And my skin tone was passed on from my Texan family members on my mother's side. But, it was one of those times where I felt like I looked like members of my extended family, that I was a part of them.
I was surrounded by love.
I heard stories. So many stories about my family. Stories from everywhere and everyone. I ended up feeling closer to my father than before. I not only found out I looked like him, but that our personalities were very alike. My dad was quiet and mild and avoided confrontation when he could. But if provoked excessively and incessantly, the provoker better watch out. Things would get really serious. I laughed knowing that that personality is mine as well. I knew then, for sure, that I am my daddy's girl.
I was surrounded by love.
Now home, I am still basking in the love that was shown at that family reunion. I will cherish it forever and I'm excited about next year! I will never let years and years pass before I go to another one.
sandZ .. this is beautiful .. im crying
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