Fish Fry and Family Time
Happy Monday! How was your weekend? I know it was an intense one for many. We had some special visitors this weekend – my parents were in town for a short but sweet stay. The weekend was all about quality time and embracing the normalcy of day-to-day life.
We went for many walks, visited the garden, and had an awesome fish fry. Because when grandpa brings freshly caught fish and you buy an electric fryer, you have no choice but to have an awesome fish fry. Did I ever tell you about the time my parents visited me in college, toting several pounds of fajitas to barbecue in a pit they had pre-purchased and had shipped to my house for their arrival? Things only Texans would do…
Rachel loved the fish fry, though the french fries were her favorite part. Actually, I take that back. The preparation was her favorite part. You could tell she really loved having us all together, working in harmony to gather kitchen ware, prep the potatoes, batter the fish, set the table, etc. She didn’t want any of us to leave for a beer run, or to get something out of the car. She was very insistent. We are all hanging out here, together.
Later in the evening, we all hung out outside and Rachel got her first soccer lesson from Jim and her grandpa. She had a blast. She loved running after the soccer ball and sliding into the grass without risk of injury, and when grandpa or dad would kick the ball into the wall she would let out a sincerely surprised laugh every single time. So fun.
We are an extremely blessed family. We had the luxury of a relaxing weekend in small part because 9/11 did not touch our families in specifically tragic ways. We had the opportunity to honor and pray for the families of victims at mass on Sunday morning, but it wasn’t until very late in the evening yesterday that Jim and I had a chance to talk about what the day means for us.
We have come of age in this post 9/11 era, and it’s not easy to make much sense of how events have unfolded in our nation’s history, our society, and our economy since that horrifying event. It has shaped us all in so many ways, whether we were close to victims or not. It helps contextualize many of the micro-happenings of our days, but it also helps put them in perspective. Some things are not as important as they seem, you know. At the end of the day, we are extremely blessed.