One of the best parts of living in Ellensburg, is that Seattle, the big city, is just over the hill. I can go visit it, if I want to and get reacquainted with what traffic really looks like, get a Chinese foot massage (which I highly recommend), visit a new cutting edge (pun intended) surgeon for My Loving Spouse as ‘we’ contemplate another new KNEE, and ‘one’ of us was damn darn sure ‘we’ would not be having it done again here. Truly Seattle’s Best is that I get to visit with THE Cousins.
Being with people who have known me my whole life fills my cup. (Although, traveling with one cousin who now looks so much like her mother, it kind of freaked me out a bit as I caught her profile in my peripheral vision.) These are people who tease often, laugh easily and know who they are.
“We don’t really cook, but we do have lots of chocolate.”
“I’ve been trying to nurse my wife after her appendicitis. It turns out I’ve been giving her Tylenol PM, no wonder she is so sleepy.”
They willingly watch cute videos of THE Grandson. They ask after my child that struggles. They are some of the few, who I can tell the truth to, as the tears run down my face and they pray for us both.
We give each other gifts…family style. Dried hydrangeas, a sugar bowl of Mom’s, a little girl’s dress sewn by my Mom, items that ‘would look better at your house’ and jam.
They help me shop for my back to school clothes. Watch out dressing room! 30 blouses tried on, we had the hanger-upper, the look for a different-sizer and me… I couldn’t but help to admit that I needed to buy new bras and there was a complete and understandable collective groan from us all. Really, wouldn’t it be nice, if bra shopping were more like sock shopping, where one size really does fit all?
I left them all with my cup filled. Grateful for family connections, laughter, hugs, worshipping together to say nothing about beating them all at cards…and I am blessed.
To tell you the whole truth, which could be more than some of you want to know…I even stopped on my way home at the Jockey Store. I was going to be brave and conquer the needing new bras problem. Let me tell you, Jockey has a new sizing system that lends a whole new meaning to ‘filling one’s cup’….and I will leave you with that.
Well, it freaks ME out to look like my mom. Imagine looking in the mirror and see your mother staring back! I can almost hear her saying “Did you remember to wash your hands?”
It was so fun to have you visit. Don’t wait so long to refill your cup next time!
Will do! Thanks, love you!
PS: Wash your hands!
We had a wonderful weekend, and enjoyed every minute with you! It was great to see Pat for an afternoon too. And I’m so glad you took home some dried hydrangeas – they look perfect there! I didn’t think of mentioning this to you, until I read your blog today. But whenever I look at you, I always see your Mom and your Dad (or one of your siblings!). It is eerie, isn’t it? But in a good way! And if you were talking about my sister looking like our Mom, I just want to say thank you for not saying that I look like our Dad!! (Even if you were thinking it!) 🙄 Love you!
You are much cuter than Uncle Scotty. Plus, you buy me great snacks! xo
Well now you’ve got me wondering about the Jockey Store! I agree that bra shopping ranks right up there with swimsuit shopping. I seriously would rather have a root canal.
Oh, it gets better, someone has to help you get the right fit!!! HOWEVER, now that I am completely lifted and separated, I am also in the ‘computer’ so from now on, I can even have My Loving Spouse go in and pick up some new ones for me!!!