A Love Letter to My Family

I went shopping with my sister last night. Ok, she’s not actually my sister. She’s my cousin. We refer to each other as sisters because it describes our relationship much better than cousins. Our mothers are actually sisters and we grew up together. She’s older than me, so growing up I idolized her and all my older cousins. I wanted to be around them. I wanted to be them. They were the cool kids and did all the cool kid things. You know, things like wearing flannel shirts tied around their waists, not smiling for pictures and bumpin’ Missy Elliott on the way to grandma’s house. Real cool. And if the cool kids were ever forced or bribed to take me somewhere, you bet your ass I did not share any of the goings on with our parents…because I wanted to be invited back. I knew when to keep my mouth shut. Man, my lips were sealed tighter than a couple of double A batteries. Can you think of anything sealed tighter than batteries? Yeah…didn’t think so.

Driving home last night, I realized that I am fortunate to be related to people who I actually want to spend my holidays and weekends with. That can’t be said for every family, I know. I’d like to share with you a few of my favorite family memories that you will hopefully find as funny as I do. I hope they inspire you to reminisce a bit with your own family.

  • My 4-year-old niece follows me into the bathroom at least 3 times over the course of several hours. She later whispers to someone at family dinner, “Megan’s butt wiggles when she goes to the bathroom.” Thanks kid. I love you, too.
  • I was vacationing in Mexico with my family one year with my grandma leading the pack. We were all walking down a crowded market street. Suddenly Grandma darts into a bakery saying to anyone in ear-shot, “We better stop in here and get a donut. We don’t want to get weak!” Right on, Gram, right on!
  • We were all on the plane back to Iowa from Hawaii and the flight attendant asks my 5-year-old niece, “Did you see any whales in Hawaii?” to which she replies, “Nope! Just my Mommy!” Umm…

The moral of the story, my friends, is if you love your family as much as I do, tell them. Call me sentimental, but the fact of the matter is that we aren’t guaranteed a tomorrow. We just aren’t. I am reminded of this way too often. And if you read my post last week about my husband and Valentine’s Day, (and the tribute to him) you may consider this post a love letter to the rest of my family – albeit a couple days late. You know who you are. And if you are currently questioning your standing in that last sentence, you have some major sucking up to do.

This is a picture of me, elementary school age. Decidedly not cool and way past the age when wearing cartoons on your clothing was still considered cute.

*Please excuse the quality of the photo. The comedic value is too high not to share.

See ya next time.

-The Chic(ish) Chick


1 Comment

  1. Jillian
    February 16, 2018 / 11:50 pm

    Megan I love you!!!

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