This weekend I was blessed with reminders of what family means. On Friday night I had planned to go to craft night at church leaving the kids with Arrty. But when it came time to go, I couldn't bear to leave Julianna. I miss her so much when I'm at work all day, so when I get home, the two of us are pretty much stuck together. So I bundled her up and took her with me. I didn't get much scrapbooking done, but it didn't matter. Family means being together.
Then on Saturday morning, I was all set to spend the day in my pjs crossing things off my to-do list. But just before 8:00, Arrty called and had forgotten an important dvd at home that he needed for the NIC class he teaches. So I got myself and the kids ready and we made the 40 minute trip to deliver his dvd. Since we were so close, we headed over to Toys R Us and looked around for a while, then had lunch and picked up some Krispy Kremes on the way home. We were out anyway, so we made the most of it. Family means flexibility.
Then on the way home from Spokane, my sister called. She asked me where I was and if I could do her a favor. Without even knowing what it was I said, "Yes." My nephew was sick and she wondered if I would stop at the store and bring her some Tylenol for him so that she didn't have to take him out. Of course I would. I could only love her kids more if they were my own. So I ran into Target and got two bottles of medicine, cherry and strawberry, and gladly delivered them to my sick nephew and grateful sister. Family means going out of your way to help.
I am blessed with a wonderful family. And being reminded of that is a blessing in itself.