As has become the standard on holidays now, we had two places to go this Fourth of July. His family was having a family reunion at his parents house starting at noon and my family was gathering at my grandmother's at four o'clock for her annual Fourth of July BBQ. The family reunion is a fairly rare event for his family, while the BBQ at grandma's is a yearly event for my family.
|"You WILL attend my Fourth of July barbecue |
or you will NEVER hear the end of it, young lady."
Needless to say, skipping the barbecue was not an option. So, my honey talked to his mother and was able to arrange the timing of events so we could attend both. The family reunion would start at noon and the BBQ was set to start at four. Other than dealing with oppressive heat and the possibility of getting stuffed from too much home cooking, we were all set.
|Family Reunion Fun!|
Within minutes of our arrival, my honey's brother had told their aunt how he thought my honey should "knock me up" so we could get a jump start on a family of our own. Wasn't that sweet of him to share that thought? Not! This was not the only embarassing moment at the reunion, just the first.
|"Miss Lainey, are you and my uncle married yet? |
Well, when are you going to get married?"
his neice asked with the whole family listening.
Of course, my honey's mom joking around by telling his aunt that I am an enabler that encourages my honey to cheat on his diet was also pretty high up on the embarassing list. Offering him one bite of cheesecake from my plate and telling him that it won't kill him or wreck his diet does NOT make me an enabler! Does it? In spite of these hiccups, the family reunion went very well. Everybody ate, everybody socialized, everybody went home happy. At 3:30, my honey and I made the rounds of hugs and goodbyes in order to hurry off to my grandmother's house for round two.
|There are plenty of nuts in this family tree.|
His family gathering had consisted of sixteen people, only six of which were new to me. My family gathering consisted of more than thirty people, twenty of which he was meeting for the first time. And that was a really small gathering for my family. The last time we all got together for a family funeral and did a head count, there were almost a hundred of us. What can I say? There's a lot of us. My grandma was one of five and each of her siblings had four or more kids and now the kids and grandkids are having kids.
We'd already eaten sloppy joe's and assorted picnic foods at his mother's house. At my grandmother's place, we were force fed cheeseburgers, hot dogs, chicken wings, and meatballs. Baked beans, fruit salad, cole slaw, and potato salad. Corn bread, watermelon, cantaloupe, and strawberry shortcake. There was a ton of food and my grandfather was keeping a vigilant eye on everyone's plate to make sure they had enough and encouraging them to go get a second helping. The barbecue was pot luck and since my honey didn't want to offend any aunts or cousins, he had some of everything. By the time we got home, he had a belly ache and didn't want to go anywhere to see fireworks, so we watched the fireworks from the National Mall on television. We also got a surprise from the neighbors across the back fence who put on a small fireworks display in their yard that we could watch from the back porch. All in all, it was a fun, busy Independence Day.