Friday, March 11, 2011

Ode to my siblings :)

Since I last posted in October (Yes, I know Jeana...but I've been busy!), A LOT has happened. Between school, birthdays, and holidays there has not been too much time to breath. I just had the awesome opportunity to go to AZ for my niece's wedding. It was awesome or "Amazing" (as Jen would say).  I gave me a reminder of how grateful I am for the family I was born into and the one born to me. My siblings and I share our own world - here's some thoughts for you guys....

I absolutely love my siblings. We can go months…even years without seeing each other and pick up where we left off. The mixture of our presences ignites an energy that is not around when we are left to ourselves.

At Jessica’s wedding, we one by one gathered into the chapel awaiting the time to be sent into the sealing room. As each one of us filtered in, I could feel the excitement we hold for each other. We got a bit rambunctious in our greetings to each other and were “shushed” more than once. I wonder if we would have been the first ones to get kicked out of the temple for being too loud.

I giggled about our unintended irreverence for a while and then started to view it in a different light. It is not that we were being irreverent but the excitement and love that we hold for each other and our family cannot be contained. When we attempt to bottle such energy it is left bursting at the seams. We have been through a lot together; more than most and I think that causes such energy to be intensified. That is not to say that other siblings do not have a loving connection. We are connected at the heart. We have been broken at the same time and all the splinters and pieces were put back together only when we jumbled them all together and then split them amongst ourselves.  I feel like Heavenly Father had to be giggling along with us. How can you squelch the sharing of love?

I do not regret or resent the pains of the past. They are what created the bond we have. We are left with memories of such pains, but they are for our benefit. Our scars make us tougher – more durable, and yet have allowed a greater increase of love.  Sitting in the sealing room, I was able to see all of you and could not help feeling immense gratitude. It was Jessica’s day, but I am glad I had the opportunity to be reminded of just how lucky I am. When all else is said and done or if I should be stripped of all I posses, I take great solace in the knowledge that I will never be empty handed nor empty “hearted”. I have you guys…whether you like it or not. :)