My whole family was together for a few days this week.
My dad, the proud grandpa with such a servant’s heart. My mom, the doting grandma, who so graciously helps me get organized each time she comes to visit. My youngest brother, my children’s “Uncle Cake”—a new teenager, on the verge of manhood, looking so much like our dad did at that age. My “little” sister, at the end of her time here this summer as auntie extraordinaire—a woman grown in beauty and in grace.
My big little brother—we did everything together, we even looked alike, but he’s head and shoulders taller than me even if he is my junior—and now he’s a law school grad and moving even further away. My brother’s precious southern wife—lovely, articulate, conscientious, becoming dearer and dearer.
We who were once just four, before my youngest brother and sister were born, were then six and now a whole eight with spouses, and even more with my children now.
My whole family. It meant a whole lot of food, a whole lot of dishes, a whole lot of laughter, a whole lot of pictures, and a whole lot of memories.
The whole of us aren’t together too often. The latitudes and longitudes are made longer by new jobs and busy summer seasons and gas prices and more plane tickets to buy. But each time we are together as a whole family once again is just a little taste of what it will be like in Heaven.
Five-Minute Friday Prompt: Whole
(though it took me more than just a whole 5 minutes to write it, especially with a little helper who didn’t let me use the whole of my 2 hands!)