And lucky me, it happens to be my house where everyone is converging.
June 22nd is the start of summer. This year, by default we are hosting a mini-family reunion of sorts. What started as a my sister and her children, quickly adds up to lots of people when you count the growing brood of children, attendant grandparent, aunt and uncle.
Even though I woke up at 6:30 a.m. working on five hours of intermittent sleep with a newborn, I’m the first to admit, there is something special of five generations of a family gathering together. Specially designed to drive you insane, you might say.
We are in day one and so far, so good. Mostly giggles as we picked up an aunt and uncle from the airport, the two of whom had made it on their own across the oceans. I had to assess how much we take for granted as people who have grown up with air travel when preparing the travel arrangements for two people in their 70s.
I was on my first transcontinental flight when I was five years old. My nieces were one and two years old. My eldest son was six weeks old.
Living on a peninsula means taking a flight is like hailing a cab.
Wherever your travels take you this summer, I hope they are filled with laughter, giggles, and perhaps the vantage point of a few generations.