I learned two things this weekend during Family Invasion:
- Things never go as planned.
- But Plan B (or C, or D, or Z) isn’t so bad after all.
It turned out to be a lot more difficult than we expected, having both families in town for the weekend. I was hoping for cross-family bonding time; in the end, our families spent only an hour together, sharing dinner Saturday night.
It wasn’t the weekend I had in mind.
(Not to mention the horrible loss to Navy on Saturday. See item number 1 above.)
It wasn’t anyone’s fault (ok, maybe the football team’s). My brother had a band commitment Friday night, so he and my mom had to fly in to Chicago on Saturday morning. They were all exhausted from early departures, so spending time together at night was out. Then my family wanted to do more on-campus gameday stuff, while one of Joey’s relatives was limited in mobility, leading them to stick to tailgating. In the end, it was no one’s fault, but things just didn’t quite work out.
Nevertheless, the weekend was beautiful in its own way. Board game playing, steak sandwich eating, photo snapping, conversation sharing, out-loud laughing… these are just a few of the special moments we shared.
Today, I am thankful for:
21. A dad who left Georgia at 5 in the morning in order to make it to school in time to walk on the field with me. (Even though they didn’t actually let us on the field.)
22. A lovely family, reunited
23. My other family 🙂 (Doesn’t Joey look like his uncle in this picture?)
24. Dear friends who stick it out even when the game is miserable
25. The world’s cutest Irish Guard