Sometimes families travel many miles to visit each other.
Have you ever sat back and witnessed the love shared when a young child reaches their arms up to be hugged by a cherished grandparent?
We had the pleasure of visiting some cousins, Eugene and Tracy in Arizona. They have two beautiful children Bianca and Morgan. Eugene’s brother Tim gifted us with his presence ( and some wild dancing). We were visiting from California. The travelers that came the furthest distance was Grandpa Ermando and Grandma Antionette who flew in from Pittsburgh.
Families will travel many miles for events like Thanksgiving, Christmas, graduations, weddings, and births etc.
This family event was to honor the youngest member of the family, Morgan, for her first holy communion.
It is so wonderful to see family come together and share love to honor one of their own.
We enjoyed a wonderful traditional Italian meal prepared by Grandma Antoinette including pizzelles (Italian waffle cookie). We had to grab our share of the tasty treats quickly because the grandkids go crazy over grandmas pizzelles!
We had great conversation from three different generations and some impromptu dancing. We learned a little bit about who was shy and who is not.
It was a wonderful evening with fine dining, great wine, new stories heard and old favorite stories retold. There was the sound of laughter of all of us accompanied with the wonderful sounds of children giggling. Since the following day was return travel for all of the out-of-state visitors the goodbyes had started. Appreciation, hugs, well wishes, thanks, and all the things that go with heartfelt goodbyes.
For me, the emotion really flowed when the grandkids and grandparents said goodbye.
With their arms reached out for each other, the tears of love began to fall. They held each other, kissed each other and said ” I love you”.
I was so moved and felt the love to an extent my eyes teared up with emotion and love.
As I witnessed this circle of love, I began to ponder ” who is more blessed” the grand parents, the grandchildren, me or the giver of love itself?