I’d tell you all about my family.
More often than not I’d be bragging.
Recounting tales of Unga Bunga or Marshmallows,
While cluing you in on Chad’s little problem with peanuts.
I could paint you a picture of warmth without need of a campfire.
Thrill you with Jolly Ranchers,
and blow your mind just by mentioning “the Stew”.
I may whisper lightly of dysfunction,
but I’d back it up with examples of real love.
When I remember incidents robed in Dorito’s and water fights,
you’d smile jealously and covet what I’m fortunate to have.
I may reveal more with simple terms like
Friendship, undying love, respect and safety.
Than my eyes that cry so seldomly ever could.
But I will say watching Breanna and Randy roll down that hill,
had me close to tears.
I’d have you laughing and covetous once more when I told you how I felt as a child…
Listening to Uncle Dick’s laugh,
stealing Uncle Ken’s hat,
hugging Aunt Dooty.
Visiting Uncle Dan’s site,
sitting on Uncle Mike’s lap,
listening to Dave play Gordon Lightfoot on acoustic.
These day’s my heart,
my soul, it quiets.
Not quite tame,
not quite broken… but peaceful.
These days it’s enough,
just to hear the youngin’s giggle.
To sit completely still as Matt strum’s,
and gaze across the fire.
And although each of these memories is framed in mosquito bites and sunburn…
I’d not trade them for all the air conditioning and all the aloe vera in the world.
I have one of the most terrific families in the world. I just arrived home from The Rank Family Reunion 2011, thus the fresh inspiration.
Below is a video I captured of the big roll down the hill, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.