I watched ‘Gran Torino’ with Hubby last week. (Well, not all of it – please don’t tell me how it ends.) And in one scene, the characters are at a family gathering. The family is Hmong, and many generations are represented. There are old folks, teenagers, moms and dads, uncles and cousins. There is a ton of food, all kinds in mass quantities. Each room of the house is full of people and talking and laughter and loud voices. The kids run around underfoot.
It made me homesick. I want that. It used to be that way when I was a kid. I was lucky enough to hang out with my cousins all the time, and see my grandparents all the time. But I was also lucky enough to participate in those family gatherings. All the way up until I moved to Kansas.
I miss those gatherings so much. I’m trying to figure out a way to replicate that kind of party here. I am considering a party in the fall – a potluck with my friends from work, maybe Hubby’s friends. But I know it won’t be the same. It will be different. Maybe it will do.
In the meantime, I am totally looking forward to this weekend. Hubby and Bubba and I are going home to Chicago. He will hang out with his brothers (The brothers and the cousins!), and my sister is having a cook-out at her house. I’m bringing fajitas.
I can’t wait!!