So I went to the small town of my husband the other day. We haven’t been there since hunting season (the six-hour drive is a little bit long for casual trips), and Dillon randomly had a few days off of work, so away we went.
I’m getting used to having in-laws. With my own family, I’ve known them my whole life (or their whole life, if they are younger than me), for the most part, and so I’m used to them. But I’ve only known my in-laws, my husband’s family, for about a year. They are new. And they felt a lot like people in my ward or friend–something like that.
I ended up playing with my nieces and nephews. I have quite a few of them, and I have to say, some of them really like me. I’m popular for the first time in my life. We were playing Sequence–well, not really Sequence, since everyone I was playing with was five or under. In fact, since most of the people there didn’t know how to read, I decided to invent a game. First, we put a card down and then put a tile on a place on the board that matched the color of the card. Then, we just put on the tiles on the board as quick as we could and I timed it. Then, we made little towers from the tiles. Then, I was out of ideas. So we played with dominoes.
I love my nieces and nephews. And I realized, as I was inventing games, these are not just by husband’s family, but my family. They aren’t going to leave. I’m going to see them grow up, go through school, get married, and have their own kids. I’ll never lose contact with them. They’ll always know who I am.
I’m a part of a whole new family–one that is very different from my own: different ages, different interest, different personalities, different backgrounds. And I love it.