Celebrating 50 Years of Memories and Adventures

It was one of the most difficult times in our young lives, little did we know the impact it would have on us. I missed my grandma more than I could ever express. My uncle, who was several years younger than my mom, was more of an older brother to us. Our little cousins, whom we saw almost every day, crushed my heart at the airport as I watched their little faces get further away as we walked the plank to our new life. No matter how hard I try, I will never truly be able to let go of that day.

But as my mom told me on many days following, 'This too shall pass.' She was right—as usual. Over time sadness blossomed into new friends and new adventures. The best thing about moving was the family we found with our two aunts. Our dad's sisters had moved to California years ago, and we had several cousins we'd never met or were too young to remember. They introduced us to many new things, and as time moved forward, as it always does, the pain softened. I met Ronnie, married, and had two of the most witty, talented, and loving kids. My brother followed in my footsteps and had two equally amazing kids. Life went on.

As I sit here writing this blog post, I think back to my New York and California days. I smile for the girl I was and the woman I've become. A little east, a little west, and a lot of good people that I was fortunate enough to have in my life. If my brother and I had stayed in New York, we'd be different today. I know it. We have been able to experience adventures that I believe might never have been. So today, on the eve of one of the most important days in our lives, I smile. I remember the pain, but I no longer feel it.

Have a lovely 4th, however you choose to spend it. I'll be holding my memories close, cuddling my fur babies, feeling peace that my kids are happy, and enjoying my husband's brilliant smashburgers.