Last week we had our third annual summer visit from my sister and her family. I love these visits and wish we could have them more and more. (I am told that 6.5 hours in the car is not an “easy distance,” but I say what is 6.5 hours of good road?)
We do them as we can as families grow. My parents are up to 8 grandchildren now, with my other sister’s wedding next summer and a strong desire for more cousins expressed weekly around here.
It is fun how a break from normal life impacts the children. Suddenly G wants to read chapter books and is imitating her bookwormish oldest cousin in reading every free minute. L, when she had her closest aged cousin around was suddenly much less into mischief and playing elaborate games. I love that my children have cousins so close in age and hope that they keep the bond strong.
And I loved spending time with my sister. Meals were easier with my sister in the kitchen. We planned and cooked and chatted. Phone calls are nice, but three days together is a great way to pick each others’ brains on just about everything. So, while living next door would be crazy fun, vacations to each others’ homes are the next best thing.
It is visits like these to relatives and cousins that I remember most fondly from childhood, and I am glad my children get to experience them as well.