Family Trip
As a child I had always asked my mom why I was the only child they had. She used to say, “Ashley, it’s because you were a present to us. We almost never had you.” As a newlywed, to a wonderful man named Mike, I was afraid that this might happen to us too. He would reassure me by saying that his parents had four kids and that was only because his parents were smart enough to stop having kids.
So sure enough when we decided to join his family on our very first family reunion, I was surprised how many cousins he had. His siblings brought their children and it was almost like the ranch exploded into a kaleidoscope of people of all ages.
Naturally everyone was asking when we wanted to add to the Brady bunch. I was too overwhelmed to even answer. Mike had to say, “Maybe later tonight” and they all laughed.
Staying at the family’s estate seems like the worst kind of vacation for a city girl like me. But the colors and the smells made me feel like this was probably made them live so boisterously. Everything was fresh and a delight to the senses. I wanted this place to be where we could conceive.
The family trip lasted for a three days. Everyone worked together to make the meals and take care of each others needs. There were belated birthday gifts and Christmas presents that they had wanted to give in person. I thought it was a very quaint family tradition. It made me love Mike’s family more and more.
Before we drove back everyone said “See you later” and not goodbyes, after all we would all be back here next year.