This weekend was the last wedding (most likely) before my two baby's get married on our side of the family. Both my sister and now Justin's sister are married and have all fallen in love. This past weekend, Justin's sister, Tiffany got married to the man of her dreams. Their wedding was full or love, AMAZING weather, and people who love them.
As I made my way to the reception, I could not help but to look out and see all of the family members that I had not seen in YEARS! The room was filled with words like, "why is it that I only see you at weddings or funerals?" (I was one who said that as well)
I can not help but to really stop and think about that question. Why is it that as we have gotten older that our family as grown further apart? I know that A LOT of us have moved far away...so seeing each other on a regular basis is very hard. I also know that many parts of the family is not the same way as it once was (as it is in many families), so maybe it is just too hard to get together.
As I have mentioned before, I have one of my Nanny's diaries from 1965. As I read it and re-read it, I am baffled to read how much time has changed. Families used to get together AT LEAST once a week to have a giant meal together. That is just what they did. Many times after church on Sunday, the whole family would congregate at a house and enjoy their Sunday meal.
Justin's AMAZING grandmother gave us MANY of these doilies passed down from her mother. I have soooo many that I will NEVER get rid of. They will forever be cherished. It is important for me to have things from grandparents to pass on to my own children and to re-tell stories I have once heard.
Last night's reception made me think about these doilies. Tiffany and Greg's story is starting. They will share laughter, sadness, disappointments, happiness, tears, joy, and the feelings go on and on. They are making memories. Just like Grandmama's doilies, Tiffany and Greg, and anyone who is starting their new life together have a fresh start. They are able to create a family and a "book" or "story" that they will write.
How will they be remembered? How am I being remembered? I know that I need to make it a point to keep family close by. I know that the lady who made those doilies would have never known who I am, but even thought they meant a lot to her...they are meaning so much more to me. I am carrying on memories and hope to share and re-create memories with my kids.
My Repurpose for today : Make my doilies (that will one day become an antique) become a memory that needs to be shared.
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