|From the Heart: Mi familia|
|July 14, 2011 Herminia Flores|
As I watched my family, I wondered where the years have gone. Yet I was very grateful to have us all together again. For years I had prayed that a picture like this would be possible. Now here we are, and we couldn’t pass up the chance to pose. Indeed this was a special occasion.
In my last column I shared that my brother, Moe, would be visiting us from New Hampshire. Of course this was reason for great rejoicing and celebration and we celebrated in great style.
I cooked most of Sunday so that I could be relatively free when my family converged at my house on Monday. Gracie arrived first because she still had to fry the chicken. Soon my house was filled with the aroma of delicious promises to come.
Shortly after Moe and his entourage arrived from Wyoming. In tow were Moe’s daughter, Misty, and her family. Instantly my house filled with seven more people. When I laid my eyes on my brother whom I hadn’t seen for so many hears, I cried. It was so good to actually touch him. He told me not to cry, but I told him to mind his own business.
Soon Cindy walked in with her huge tray which was laden with decadent desserts. This was certain to be a very yummy reunion. Cindy is a go-getter who never lets any grass grow under her feet and was soon busy naming sure that everything was done.
David and his children presently joined us. There were more greetings, hugs and kisses. My heart filled at this sight of my family. God had blessed us. Although Gracie’s children and grandchildren and Moe’s kids in Massachusetts were unable to attend this family fiesta, we were complete for now.
In short order the food and dishes were carried outside into the garage. Not time was lost in piling plates full of delightful food and everyone found a place to sit. My gaze caressed each face like a butterfly savoring sweet nectar. Being the oldest one there, I could remember something special about each person.
Then the unthinkable happened … I began to wilt. Being sick, the heat, excitement and emotion caught up with me. It didn’t take long for me to crash and burn, and Misty helped me to bed. I cried in frustration until I fell asleep. When I awoke, my house was clean, in order and empty.
However, Moe and I have had some time to reminisce about a past before Gracie was born and it was just him and me for six years. We have tried to sort through the muddle which confused our young minds. In the end we decided it doesn’t matter because we still have each other.
I’m forever grateful that the Lord granted me the blessing of reuniting us. We’re not a perfect family but this is the family God gave me, and I love them all. My picture may not be a portrait but what it means to me is so much more to me than any fancy painting.
“The promise is for you and your children for all who are far off – for all whom the Lord our God will call.” (Acts 2:39)