When I was little my parents would sometimes drop me off at my Grandma Carole and Papa Joe’s house for the weekend. I remember on the day they would come pick me up I would count down because I looked forward to seeing them. We lived about an hour and a half away and I knew what time they were supposed to show up so I would count TV shows. I would watch Nickelodeon and tell myself 3 more episodes of whatever show was on and then my parents would get there.
Today I felt like that waiting for them to get home from Disney. And this has barely anything to do with mom’s cancer. It has to do with the fact that I spend four nights a week at my parent’s house with Julian. I see my sister almost every Friday over there and I really enjoy my family’s company. Sure the reason in the beginning we were going over there was because I wanted to spend as much time with my mom as possible and I didn’t like being at home thinking about everything that was going on. But now 10 months later it’s our routine and I like that routine. It’s not always rainbows and sunshine. We get on each others nerves and know what buttons to push but when push comes to shove we show up for one another, we have fun together and we truly love each other. If I had a choice I would choose these 4 crazies every time.