I'm having a rough time with this post today for some reason. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation. Maybe it's the fact that I keep getting distracted by the words "Blizzard" "Huge Snow Storms on their way!!!" on the TV in the background.
I'm thankful for my extended whanau. Cary's parents have been so kind and loving to me since the day I met them.
Here I was, this weird Southern girl who had no idea what being "Mormon" was really all about, married to their son, and standing in the living room. So scary.
I remember as we were on our way to Utah, I think we were in New Mexico, and I decided that I wanted to go back home to Arkansas. I didn't want to live in a place where I knew *no one*! Cary, not so kindly I might add, told me I was out of luck! Punk. I was extremely nervous. I didn't know what to expect, and I hate that.
I remember pulling up to Tam's (cary's sister) house. She came bouncing out of the door and gave me a big hug. Justin followed and was just as kind. We came inside and I saw my beautiful niece in a cute little lump on the floor. Love that girl! After a quick visit, it was time to meet Mum. Oh crap! We went over and she was lovely. It was as scary as I though it was going to be, however. :)
We had a reception that evening and I was able to meet everyone. All in all it turned out extremely well. I love the parents and am glad to say our bond has grown strong. I know what it's like now to have brothers and sisters and I love them dearly.
They've stood by our sides during the happiest and saddest times of our lives thus far and have made us stronger because of it.