So, my dad and stepmom arrived last night, and today we’re going to a little family reunion gathering. I know that people usually dread these things, but I’m actually looking forward to it. My father comes from a largish family. But for various reasons, I haven’t met most of these people.
Last night we were sitting around chatting after I put the kids to bed, and the phone rang. I answered, and heard “Aloha!”
My dad’s brother and his wife live in Hawaii. Obviously we don’t see each other very often.
We’re going to see them today, and they’d called to discuss plans. We swapped pleasantries. (How are you? Fine! How are YOU?) It suddenly struck me how long it’s been since I’ve seen my aunt and uncle.
“Hey, when was the last time I saw you?” I asked.
In stereo—one through the phone at my ear and the other sitting on the adjacent couch—my uncle and my father both answered, “Your wedding.”
There was a pause.
“Well!” I said, brightly, “we all know how well THAT worked out! Here’s hoping that tomorrow goes a little bit better!”