Being the immigrant child of immigrant parents has given me so many benefits: a sense of adventure, a sense of the possibilities this world has to offer.
But there has been a cost to these benefits, as I believe there are for any immigrant family, and that is time spent with the family left behind. I saw my grandmother twice in my life. Aunts, uncles, cousins, rarely.
We went to England on Sunday, to reconnect with my English cousins. And what a time we had!
Sunday family dinner for fifteen, including a possible long-lost relative of my father-in-law. Paul arrived with the news that no family connection could be found, but a few leads to other possible family.
He fit in so well and is such a great person, we may just have to claim him anyway...
And I was reintroduced to my cousin John, whom I hadn't seen in 43 years.
We ate and drank and laughed far into the night.
And every so often, I had to pinch myself to be convinced it was real. I'd never even thought to dream of the possibility that so many of us McMahon's would be gathered in the same room.
Many plans are underway to repeat the occasion.
Here's to life. Here's to family.