I get to see my father and step-mother about 3 or 4 times a year. They work outside the country, working on contracts 6 months at a time. And while they were home we scored a dinner with them, and I so treasure that time!
They are home for a quick stop before heading to their vacation home in Hawaii (ahh the life they lead, I am jealous). They came over for dinner and I can't help but wish they were around so much more.
I am generally the black sheep of my family. Except with them. I like feeling normal, I won't lie. And with them, I do.
Tonight we had a great meal with good wine - they are amateur foodies like us. I was glad to be able to cook for them (and have them appreciate what went into said meal and appreciate the wine) and laugh and tell stories. I know it will be another 3 or 4 months before we can do that again.
I even got to vent about being the black sheep and share the strange family stories they missed out on while they were gone.
My dad makes me feel normal. I am not the crazy one, dammit!
About Me
- Shan
- I am a know-it-all who likes be heard. I am thinking blogging is for me - if only to hear myself talk. What do I know about? Not much, but I can always talk (on and on) about weight issues, books, being right, trying to have children, and a plethora of other things. If our stories are the tellers of us, what will my stories tell about me?
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