A Journey . . .

The photos, in the first picture, I am 7 years old standing with my brother and sister. In the second, I am 8 years old. In the third photo, I believe I am 9. Now you can see why I always thought I was adopted. lol

This Thursday, I will be going to a wedding and a reunion. My sister is getting married in Virginia, where she lives. The wedding should be fun, as weddings are in that way. But more important, not meaning to give the wedding any less respect, will be a reunion of a family for the first time in 30 years. Yes, it has been 30 years since my immediate family has been together in one room. I am sure your first question is why. I ask myself that same question but in 30 years, there are many long stories and people scattered or upset. I would have to say the lack of reunions started with the divorce and carried on throughout the years. I am looking forward to seeing everyone who can make it, and wish those who can not, could.

So, I plan on sitting back, fastening my seatbelt and having my eyes and ears wide open. This is going to be interesting, fun and a roller coaster. Keep in mind, I am trying to not have too many expectations, I feel that is where we trip ourselves up.

So, there will not be a new post for a few days. Hope all is well in your world. Take care and smile.

Dit.