2. People tell great stories if you get them going. A funny story is always a treat, but if it's a funny story about a relative, especially one I don't know well, pieces of my life puzzle click together and I learn things about my mother, about myself, maybe about my children.
My grandmother had 9 siblings. My mother had 26 first cousins growing up, not even counting her own 6 siblings in the horde. I have a lot of extended family to keep straight!
3. If it's a potluck, the food is fantastic (and ethnic - more discoveries!).
4. Cousins make the best playmates.
5. Family is a gift, even when you have to rearrange work plans, drive several hours, and sleep in a lumpy bed to see them. Family is a gift not to be cast aside lightly. My heritage gives me strength and purpose.
I had a great-uncle who read Psalm 91 to his assembled family before every journey; my parents said a quick prayer before turning the key on a road trip; but my little family has done nothing of the sort.
Can you tell I'm inspired by my weekend family reunion? I'd love to hear your thoughts, the reasons you treasure extended family time.