I would consider myself to be pretty family oriented, especially now that I have my own. Unfortunately when I was a teenager I went through the typical “too cool” stage where my parents knew nothing, I wouldn’t be caught dead at home on a weekend night, and more time was spent with friends than family. When I moved (a whole hour away) to college I realized how blessed I was to come from such a wonderful family, who strives to please the Lord, truly enjoy each other’s company, and who, no matter what, will always love you and be there for you.
Although it still took me a few years to mature, it was around this same time that I started coming home on the weekends and happily spending Friday nights at home with my parents. Suddenly, they were cool. They had a funny sense of humor. They gave good advice. They had (have) an awesome marriage and their own little inside jokes. My, my how our perspectives change in just a few short years.
My wonderful parents.
Fast forward to now.
I crave family time with Cambre and LB, and with our extended families. Part of this is due to the fact that my love language is quality time, but part of it, I believe, is because my parents raised me to be a family oriented person.