This past weekend, Morgan and I have been celebrating her Great Aunt June’s 90th birthday in the Denver area. It’s been a great excuse to visit some Union College students at Glacier View Ranch to talk about our alma mater, as well as an opportunity to see my parents and brother’s family.
Morgan’s mother comes from a family with very rich German heritage, so every time they all get together, food happens. Right now, I’m in the living room at Aunt June’s while Morgan is learning (with all her aunties I think… I’m having a hard time keeping track of who’s who!) how to make the famous cheese buttons. Saturday afternoon I got to experience Aunt June’s noodle soup with mashed potatoes and I gotta say, I’m a fan of all this German food stuff.
On our 45 minute drive here, Morgan and I did some talking, and we did some sitting quietly, and we did some singing. It turns out that one of my favorite things about being with her is that it has NEVER been awkward, whether we’re sitting in silence, being goofy, or having serious conversations.
I guess, the main thing I’m getting at today is that one of my favorite things about marriage so far has been blending families. Getting to know Morgan’s side the past few years has been a blast, but it just feels different now!
It kind of reminds me of this little, aqua green, GEO Metro my older sister used to drive. She taught me how to drive a manual transmission in it when I was 15, and I loved it. Not because it was this fast sports car or had fancy features, but because it just held a special place in my heart, and it was fun to drive because any stick shift felt more like a racecar than an automatic!
But then 5th gear went out.
And then 4th gear went out.
So once this car had a max cruising speed of 40mph, completely incapable of driving on highways, it became my daily driver. Now that it was mine, it became the COOLEST car in the parking lot at school (according to me, and only me most likely). I dubbed it “The Drift Buster”. Those tires were so thin that they just sliced through the biggest snow drifts without ever losing traction. I loved it even more because now it was mine.
Looking at Morgan’s old family pictures, meeting great aunts and uncles, and taking part in their family traditions means so much more to me now, and I think it’s because it isn’t just Morgan’s family. It’s also mine, and they have really made me feel like I am theirs.
Basically -- #blessed, #amirite?