This weekend was full of family; we celebrated the approaching arrival of a new baby with my dad’s family, and then were on our way to my mom’s family’s annual gathering.
My mom’s parents grew up in northern New Jersey, a beautiful collection of lakes, mountains and green pasture. We filled the cozy grey day with delicious food, new calves, catching up and reminiscing. Just like every year, we spent hours flipping through photo albums full of my grandparents’ generation’s childhood memories and wedding photos.
It’s so important to me to know where I came from, to see the places that my Ownmom and Papa Joe spent their childhood and brought their own kids back to. I love the old photos, newspaper clippings and handwritten notes that were so important to past generations. I cherish the chance to celebrate these places, people and things with my family every year.