I awakened this morning with a nasty case of the blues.
For months I have been so happily anticipating the coming together of the Cook Clan for my sister’s wedding and our week at the family cottage.
And now, after all the fun, laughter, celebration and love, we have gone our separate ways.
We had one last hurrah yesterday at my sister’s house; a pool party and barbecue with the entire clan. And now, my big brother and his family are back on the other side of the country in Vancouver and it will be another year before we are all together again.
The coach in me has spent the day just observing my emotional response and trying not to make too much of it.
The writer in me, and the observer of the extraordinary, however, has decided that the way I feel today is a gift.
I have an extraordinary family that I love with all my heart. We absolutely delight in being together. We laugh, we cry, we tease, and we bring out the best in each other. We love each other’s kids as if they were our own and we look forward to the next time.
Doesn’t make me miss them any less but it sure does make me extraordinarily appreciative!