I was blessed enough to be able to visit my family last week for Thanksgiving, and it was the recharge I desperately needed. I don’t know why I’ve been in such a funk throughout November. Now that I’ve seen them, I am determined not to allow the funk to come back. I AM GOOD. BRAIN, HEART, SPIRIT, WE ARE GOOD.
Now, you’re familiar with the Boogie, my cute nephew whom I love so very, very much. I got to hug and squeeze and cuddle that adorable little squirt for 3 days and oh, my heart, it was wonderful. He’s all about the iPad these days, and we spent a lot of time playing the “Fix It Felix Jr” game and repeating, “I’M GONNA WRECK IT!” in Ralph voices. Sometimes he’d stop and look over and say, “Aunt Terri, I love you.” And oh, my heart, it would melt. Melt, melt, melt. Then I’d tell him, “I love you too, Boogie-face,” and he’d give me one of those sweet, chipmunk grins, and keep fixing the windows that Ralph was intent on breaking.
It’s hard to pick a favorite moment when you’re with your family. Cooking and grocery shopping with my mom, snuggling with the Boogie, and watching Big Bang Theory with Jay were all great moments of closeness with my family. One sticks out in my mind though, enough that I feel the need to type it out and preserve it.
Doug and I have been playing “Kingdoms of Camelot: Battle for the North” for a while now. It’s addicting and fun and the social aspect of the game has kept my interest high. Our alliance is currently about to go to war. It happens. It’s a war game, no big deal. Jay listened to us talk about war all night Thursday and decided to download the game. Friday night, I was sitting on my bed playing the game. Jay plopped down next to me and showed me his kingdom and asked me some questions. We sat there for a while and then Doug flopped on the end of the bed. We probably sat there for over an hour, talking about the game and discussing strategies and what we’ve learned. Nerdy? Yes, unquestionably. But it made my weekend.
As the little sister, separated from my brothers by 8 and 9.5 years, we don’t share interests in the way that my brothers share interests. I like Star Wars, Legos, and stuff, but I don’t love it. They love video games, and while I don’t dislike them, I have no desire to play them (Camelot aside). We love comic book movies, and the whole family loves Big Bang Theory. (But who doesn’t, I mean seriously.) We’re actually so incredibly alike, as I type all this out.
I love my brothers, and unsurprisingly, I look up to them and think they’re the best brothers in the whole world. Sitting there, playing the game with them until after midnight, I kind of felt like a little kid again, when my brothers would let me ride home from church with them. I’d sit in the back seat, roll the window down, and feel so, so cool, because it was just the three of us, and we were on our own, and I got to be there.
I feel incredibly blessed to have my family, and my awesome friends who were there to cheer me up during my November funk. I thank God for them all everyday, and it’s still not nearly enough for the amazing people He’s put in my life. I am thankful for so much, like my job, my home, and all the opportunities God has blessed me with, but none of them compare to the people I love. May I never forget that.