It seems now many moons ago that I expressed gratitude for “the gang” (my family). In that post, I was referring to my wife and kids. Now, on the cusp of the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, when the roads will be filled with people traveling near and far to pay visits to loved ones with whom they will sit at tables overladen with food, the time is ripe to express thanks for my extended family.
With apologies to any family members reading this, I confess that my patented phrase following any visit from family is: “it’s wonderful when family come to visit; and so much more wonderful when they depart.” It is always a joy to see them, but after a weekend of children made more boisterous from excitement over the grandparents who spoil them, and the (happy) fatigue which invariably follows hosting guests, I cannot deny that there is a measure of relief when it comes to an end… not unlike — I am sure — the relief those grandparents must feel when the boisterous children are no longer using them as trampolines. (My mother often admits to needing a nap after we leave her house, and who could blame her?)
You might be familiar with the charmingly irreverent greeting card site someecards.com. I was alerted to one the other day:
It’s tough to argue with truth. The ones I love the most are also the ones that drive me the most crazy, and somehow that makes me love them even more.
Today, I am thankful for my extended family, and all the insanity they bring. They’re a heterogeneous bunch of misfits and goofballs. Just the sort of family where a goofball misfit like me feels like he belongs.