My aunt and uncle visited us this Sunday. They are on a little trip through Nebraska and seeing various relatives on the way to my mom's. I love these people. I wish they didn't live 10 hours away so we could see them every week. So we could do lunch and supper and shopping. So we could laugh and talk and listen. So we could take advantage of their wisdom. We visited them every five years since we were married, until this year, and this five years we met at two funerals, their daughter and our neice/cousin, and our family reunion. This five years it has been harder to get around to see anyone. With teens working and going to school and growing up and not wanting to travel anywhere except World's of Fun, or some equally busy place. Visiting relatives they don't know very well, doesn't rank high on the list of busy fun. I'm glad that before they turned into teenagers we had fun there, the kind of fun I hope they remember when they grow up a bit more and remember when.
The kind of busy life I have now isn't always fun, and it does seem to limit long trips. And Jim's schedules aren't much better. We have a hard time getting employees, and the one we need to be able to organize and take Jim's place when he's gone, doesn't seem to be out there.
What I really love everytime I see them, is how happy they are, and it is an earned happiness, it isn't happiness because they've never had anything hard happen. They are happy because they choose to be.