IN THE BUSYNESS of a family reunion—between the food and the kids running here and there and the reconnecting—it is the moments which define a gathering.
Rare one-on-one conversations, a look exchanged,
friendships reforged… all matter.
These are moments that imprint upon the memory, that seal the bonds of family.
This past Saturday the Tom and Betty Helbling family, those who could make it, reunited at a park near Clearwater. Many came from nearby while others drove from Michigan, North Dakota and other points south and west in Minnesota.
Some were missing, including members of my family from Boston, eastern Wisconsin and St. Paul. Noticeably absent was the brother currently serving in Afghanistan and his wife and son back home in Missouri.
The older I grow, the more I appreciate these reunions with my husband’s family.
And the more I find the children so absolutely endearing.
They bring joy and smiles and a thankfulness for the blessing of this next generation.
It is my hope the kids will remember the importance of family and of these reunions.
Perhaps they will recall scooping balls from a dusty field, tossing pebbles on the slide, creating art on a child-size picnic table, scaling trees and more.
I will remember their preciousness, the little legs that raced, the hands that drew, the cuteness factor.
I consider how the years fly by and suddenly I am the one with (dyed) grey hair sitting elbow-to-elbow with my brother-in-law who sports a red “out-law” shirt.
Where has time gone?
And why don’t the women who married Helbling brothers have “out-law” shirts or sashes or something?
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling