It was three o’clock and I was ready. I had been ready for a while. My son and his wife were going to be there, my grandson who I rarely see would be there. Circumstances, jobs, lack of transportation, make these reunions rare. I was getting more and more excited as the day wore on. I took a while longer than usual getting ready, picking clothes and doing my hair, etc. Finally the knock on the door and I was on my way.
Everyone was there already, and looking great. No one had changed much in the last year, no one but me. I had aged a lot in the last two years, not knowing why, really. Hugs and smiles all around as I was carried up the stairs to my chagrin.
Maybe I look frailer than I actually am, but was not permitted to walk the stairs. It’s times like these I realize I’m not as invincible as I think and it’s difficult to see that fact on family faces.
After lots of food and drinks were digesting, we played games, laughed till we were sick and the noisy chaos was enjoyed by all. The happy day is over and I realize my utter complete happiness involves my family.